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SONGS OF THE AITECTIONS. 133
Fearful soughs the boortree bank,
The rifted wood roars wild and dreary ;
Loud the iron yate goes clank,
And cry of howlets makes me eerie.
Oh, are ye sleeping, Maggie, (fee.
Aboon my breath I darna speak,
For fear I rouse your waukrife daddie ;
Cauld's the blast upon my cheek, — ■
Oh, rise, rise, my bonny ladye !
Oh, are ye sleeping, Maggie, &c.
She opt the door, she let him in.
He cuist aside his dreeping plaidie.
' Blaw your warst, ye rain and win',
Since, Maggie, now I'm in aside ye."
Now since ye're waking, Maggie,
Now since ye're waking, Maggie ;
AVhat care I for the howlet's cry,
For boortree bank, or warlock craigie !
LOUDON'S BONNIE WOODS AND BRAES.
Robert Tannahill.
" Loudon's bonnie woods and braes,
I maun leave them a', lassie ;
Wha can thole when Britain's faes
Would gie to Britons law, lassie ?
Wha wad shun the field, o' danger ?
Wha to fame would live a stranger ?
Now when freedom bids avenge her,
Wha should shun her ca', lassie ?
Loudon's bonnie woods and braes
Has seen our happy bridal days.
And gentle hope shall soothe thy waes,
When I am far awa, lassie."

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