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146 THE POCKET SONGSTER ;
We may be poor — Robie and I,
Light is the burden love lays on ;
Content and love brings peace and joy,
What mair hae queens upon a throne ?" Burns,
MINE AIN DEAR SOMEBODY.
Tune — Were I obliged to beg.
When gloaming treads the heels of day,
And birds sit couring on the spray,
Alang the flowery hedge I stray
To meet mine ain dear somebody.
The scented brier, the fi^agrant bean.
The clover bloom, the dewy green,
A' charm me, as I rove at e'en,
To meet mine ain dear somebody^
Let warriors prize the hero's name,
Let mad Ambition tower for fame,
I'm happier in my lowly hame.
Obscurely blest with somebody. Tannahill.
I MUST LEAVE THEE.
Tune— i?o^'5 Wife,
Fare-thee-well, for I must leave thee,
But, O, let not our parting, grieve theej
Happier days may yet be mine,
At least I wish them thine— believe me.

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