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Her bower casement is latticed wi' flowers,
Tied up wi' siller thread ;
And comely sits she in the midst,
Men's langing- een to feed :
She waves the ringlets frae her cheek,
Wi' her milky milky hand ;
And her every look beams wi' grace divine ;
My bonnie Lady Ann.
The mornin' clud is tasselt wi' gowd.
Like my luve's broidered cap ;
And on the mantle that my luve wears.
Is mony a gowden drap.
Her bonnie ee-bree's a holy arch,
Cast by nae earthly ban' !
And the breath o' heaven is atween the lips
O' my bonnie Lady Ann.
I wonderin' gaze on her stately steps.
And I beet a hopeless flame !
To my luve, alas ! she maunna stoop ;
It wad stain her honoured name.
My een are bauld, they dwall on a place
Where I daurna mint my hand ;
But I water, and tend, and kiss the flowers
O' my bonnie Lady Ann.
I am but her father's gardener lad.
And puir puir is my fa' ;
My auld mither gets my wee wee fee,
Wi' fatherless bairnies twa.
My lady comes, my lady gaes,
Wi' a fou and kindly ban' ;
O their blessin' maun mix wi' my luve,
And fa' on Lady Ann.

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