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IM THE POCKET SONCrS'TER;
With eager eyes I look around,
My heart beats quick at every sounds
As triping lightly o'er the ground
I hope to meet my Mary.
O my charming, &c>
All gloomy cares are quite forgot,
And happy do I think my lot,
When in some lone sequester'd spot,
I wander with my Mary.
O my charming, &:c.
And often when the thunder storm,
In Mary's breast would spread alarm,
With arms encircled round her form,
I shield my lovely Mary,
O my charming, &c.
COUNTRY LASSIE
In simmer when the hay was mawn.
An' corn wav'd green in ilka field.
While clover blooms white o'er the lea,
An' roses blaw in ilka bield ;
Blythe Bessie in the milking shiel,
Says I'll be wed come o't what will .
Out spak a dame in wrinkled eild,
O, guid advisement comes nae ill

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