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Sing on, thou sweet mavis, thy hymn to the evening,
Thou'rt dear to the echoes of Calderwood glen ;
Sae dear to this bosom, sae artless and winning,
Is charming young Jessie, the flow'r o' Dumblane.
How lost were my days 'till I met wi' my Jessie,
The sports o' the city seem'd foolish and vain,
I ne'er saw a nymph I would ca' my dear lassie,
'Till charm'd with sweet Jessie, the flow'r o' Dumblane,
Though mine were the station o' loftiest Grandeur,
Amidst its profusion I'd languish in pain :
And reckon as naething the height o' its splendour?,
If wanting sweet Jessie, the flow'r o' Dumblane.

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