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Round the sylvan fairy nooks,
Feathr'y breckans fringe the rocks,
'Neath the brae the burnie jouks,
And ilka thing is cheary O ;
Trees may bud, and birds may sing,
Flow'rs may bloom, and verdure springs
Joy to me they canna* bring,
Unless wi' thee, my dearie O.

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