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'54 THE POCKET SONGSTER ;
I look'd for joys fair as the moon,
When night owrehangs the western day,
But oh ! the sang o' hope was false,
My lovely Ella's wed away.
I gaed to see her in the ha'
When mirth was past and strangers gane,
I kist her lips sae rosie red,
O sweet they were when a' our lane.
I said, the fatal hour is past,
O Ella, we'll ne'er meet again,
The tears row'd gently down her cheeks,
My heart was stung wi' burning pain.
James Pringle.
LOUDEN'S WOODS AND BRAES.
Tune — Moiras Welcome to Scotland.
Louden's bonnie woods and braes,
I maun leave them a', lassie ;
Wha can thole whan Britain's faes
Wad gie Britons law, lassie ?
Wha wad shun the field o' danger ?
Wlia frae fame wad live a stranger ?
Now, when Freedom bids avenge her,
Wha wad shun her ca', lassie ?
Louden's bonnie banks and braes
Hae seen our happy bridal days.
And gentle hope shall soothe thy wae&;
When I am far awa; lassie.

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