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MINE AIN DEAR SOMEBODY,
Air— Were I obliged to beg.
When Gloaming treads the heels of Day*
And birds sit couring on the spray,
Alang the flow'ry hedge I stray
To meet mine ain dear somebody.
The scented brier, the fragrant 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 tow'r for fame,
I'm happier in my lowly hame,
Obscurely blest with somebody*

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