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Whene'er my dear shepherd was there^
The birds did melodiously sing.
And cold nipping winter did wear
A face that resembled the spring,
Sae merry as we tiva hae been,
Sae merry as we twa hae been ;
My heart it is like for to break.
When I think on the days we have seen.
Our flocks feeding close by his side.
He gently pressing my hand,
I view'd the wide world in its pride.
And laugh'd at the pomp of command !
My dear, he would oft to me say,
What makes you hard-hearted to me ?
Oh ! why do you thus turn away
From him who is dying for thee ?
Sae merry, &c.
But now he is far from my sight.
Perhaps a deceiver may prove ;.
Which makes me lament day and night.
That ever I granted my love.
At eve when the rest of the folk
Were merrily seated to spin,
i set myself under an oak.
And heavily sighed for him.
Sae merry, &c.
HERE AWA, THERE AWA^
[The old words.]
Here awa, there awa, here awa, Willie,
Here awa, there awa, here awa hame ;
Lang have I sought thee, dear have I bought the^-
Now I have gotten my Willie again.