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THE MUSICAL REPOSITORY.
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There's nane fhall dare, by deed or word,
'Gainft her to wag a tongue or finger,
Willie I can weild my trufty fword,
Or frae my Hdc wbifk out a whinger.
O my bonny, 8zc,
The mountains clad with purple bloom,
And berries ripe, invite my treafure .
To range with me ; let great fowk gloom,
While wealth and pride confound their pleafure.
O my bonny, &c.
SONG LXXV.
OLD TOWLER.
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