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Aa fair art thou, nry- bonie lafs.
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee ftill, my Dear,
Tili a* the feag gang dry.
Till a' the feas gang dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the fun:
I will love thee ftiU, my Dear,
While the fands o' life fhall run:
And fare thee weel, my only Luvel
And fare thee weel, « while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
..The' it ware ten thousand mile..
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