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I. LOVE : PERSONAL
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No. 97. (9, bonie was yon rosy briei\
Tune : I wish my love were in a mire. Orpheus Caledonius, 1725, No. 5.
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sy brier That blooms sae
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far frae haunt o' man, And bon - ie she — and ah,
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how dear ! It shad - ed frae the e'en - in sun. Yon
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the leaves sae green— But pur - - er was . the
lo - ver's vow They wit-ness'd in their shade yestr - een.
O, BONIE was yon rosy brier
That blooms sae far frae haunt o' man,
And bonie she — and ah, how dear !
It shaded frae the e'enin sun.
Yon rosebuds in the morning dew,
How pure amang the leaves sae green —
But purer was the lover's vow
They witness'd in their shade yestreen.
All in its rude and prickly bower,
That crimson rose how sweet and fair ;
But love is far a sweeter flower
Amid life's thorny path o' care.
The pathless wild and wimpling burn,
Wi' Chloris in my arms, be mine,
And I the world nor wish nor scorn — ■
Its joys and griefs alike resign !

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