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(170) Page 68 - Lass of Arranteenie
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Beat them, and bore them, and lingle them cleverly—
Up wi' King James and Donald Macgillavry !
Donald was mumpit wi' mirds and mockery,
Donald was blinded wi' blads o' property ;
Aries were high, but makings were naething, man —
Lord, how Donald is flyting and fretting, man !
Come like the devil, Donald Macgillavry,
Come like the devil, Donald Macgillavry ;
Skelpthem and scaud them that proved sae unbritherly—
Up wi' King James and Donald Macgillaviy !*
THE LASS OF ARRANTEENIE.
TANNAHILL.
Far, lone, amang the Highland hills,
'Midst nature's wildest grandeur,
By rocky dens, and woody glens,
With weary steps I wander :
The langsome way, the darksome day,
The mountain mist sae rainy.
Are nought to me, when gaun to thee,
Sweet lass of Arranteenie.
Yon mossy rosebud down the howe.
Just op'ning fresh and bonnie.
Blinks sweetly 'neath the hazel bough,
And's scarcely seen by ony :
Sae sweet amidst her native hills
Obscurely blooms my Jeanie,
Mair fair and gay than rosy May,
The flower of Arranteenie !
Now, from the mountain's lofty brow,
I view the distant ocean ;
* From the Jacobite Relics, 15^21.

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