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DAVIDSON'S UNIVERSAL MELODIST.
While o'er their heads the hazels hing,
The little birdies blithely sing,
Or lightly flit on wanton wing,
In the Birks of Aberfeldy.
The braes ascend like lofty wa's,
The foamin' stream deep-roariug fa's,
O'ei'hung wi' fragrant spreadin' shawSj
The Birks of Aberfeldy.
The hoary cliffs are crown'd wi' flow'rs,
White ower the lin the burnie pours,
And, risin', weets wi' misty show'rs
The Birks of Aberfeldy,
Let fortune's gifts at random flee,
They ne'er shall draw a wish frae m<?.
Supremely bless'd wi' love and thee,
In the Bitks of Aberfeldy.
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ANNIE AND JAMIE.
Scottish Melody : the Music by J. Sandersoti.
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O 1 bless'd be the meadow, so bonny and green.
Where first the dear shepherd by Annie was seen ;
And bless'd be the day when his tongue did impart,
* 'Tis Anne, fair Annie's the queen of my heart 1'
Thougb few are his pastures, and low his degree,
The youth, the dear youth, is a monarch to me ;
For, O I gentle shepherd 1 'twas love shot the dart.
And Annit and Jamie — no, never will part 1
O ! WHISTLE, AND I'LL COME TO THEE, MY LAD.
The Poetry by Burns ; the Music as sung by Mr. Wilson.
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At kirk or at market, when'er ye meet me,
Gang by me as though that ye car'd na a file ;
But steal me a blink o' your bonnie black ee.
Yet look as ye were na lookin' at me.
O ! whistle, &c.
Aye vow and protest that ye care na for me,
And whyles ye may lightly my beauty a wee ;
But court na anither, though jokin' ye be,
For fear that she wyle your fancy frae me.
O I whistle, &c.