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i<5 THE POCKET SONGSTER ;
When I am in my ain house,
True love shall be at hand aye,
To make me still a prudent spouse,
And let my man command aye ;
Avoiding ilka cause of strife,
The common pest of married life,
That makes ane wearied of his wife,
And breaks the kindly band aye. Ramsay^
CALEDONIA.
Tune — Humours of Glen,
Their groves o' sweet myitle let foreign lands
reckon,
Wliere bright-beaming summers exhale the per-
fume ;
Far dearer to me yon lone glen o' green breckan,
Wi' the burn stealing under the lang yellow
broom.
Far dearer to me are yon humble brown bowers,
Where the blue-bell an' gowan lurk lowly un-
seen ;
For there, lightly tripping, amang the wild flowers,
A-listening the linnet, aft wanders my Jean.
Though rich is the breeze in their gay sunny valleys.
An' cauld Caledonia's blast on the wave ;
Their sweet-scented woodlands that skirt the proud
palace,
What are they ?--™The haunt o' the tyrant and
slave !

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