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Surrounded wi' berhjJttnd wi' heather,
Symon Brodie had a cow,
Tam o' Lin is not very wise,
Tarry woo, tarry woo, ....
The auld man's mare's dead.
The auld Stuarts back again,
The blude-red rose at Yule may blaw,
The bonnie brucket lassie, ,
The bride cam out o' the byre,
The Campbells are coming, O-ho, O-ho,
The carle he cam ower the craft,
The Chevalier, being void of fear.
The collier has a daughter.
The cronach stills the dowie heart.
The dark grey o' gloaming,
Tlie day retm-ns — my bosom burns.
The deil cam fiddling through the town,
The gloaming saw iis a' sit down
The gloomy night is gathering fast.
The gTass had nae freedom o' gi'owin.
Their gTOves o' sweet mjTtle,
The laird o' Cockpen, he's proud an' he's great,
The lass o' Patie's mill.
The last of our steers on the board has been spread,
The last time I cam o'er the muir,
The Lord's Marie has keppit her locks.
The lovely lass of Inverness,
The luve that I hae chosen,
The Lowland lads they think they're fine,
The moon had climbed the highest hill.
The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae.
The muckin' o' Geordie's bjTe,
The i>oets, what fools they're to deave us,
The news fi-ae Moidart cam yestreen.
The night her silent sable wore.
The nine-pint bicker's faun aif the bink.
The quaker's wife sat down to bake,
The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning,
The meal was dear short syne.
The sun rises bright in France,
The moon is gleaming far and near,
The ploughman he's a bonnie lad.
The pawky auld carle cam ower the lee,