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Pouldsl thou but learn frae mc my grief,
Sweet bird, thoudst leave thy native grove,
And fly, to bring" my soul relief.
To where my warmest wishes rove ;
Soft as the cooinj2j"s of the dove,
Thoiflt sing thy sweetest, saddest lay,
And melt to pity, and to love,
The bonny maid of Alderney.
"Well may I sigh and sairly weep;
Thy song sad recollections bring;
Oi fly across the roaring dee}>,
And to my maiden sweetly s 'ug;
'Twill to her faithless bosom bring
Remembrance of a sacred day ;
But feeble is thy wee bit -wing,
And far's the isle of Alderney.
Then, bonny bird, wi* mony a tear,
111 mourn beneath this hoary thorn,
And thou wilt find me sitting here,
Ere thou canst hail the dawn o' morn .
Then, high on airy pinions borne,
Thou'lt ' chaunt a s-uig o 1 love and war,
And soothe me, weeping at the scorn
O the sweet maid of Alderney,
And when around my wearied head,
Soft pillow'd where my fathers lie,
Death shall eternal poppies spread?
And close for aye my teartu* eye.
Perthfl on some bonny branch on high,
ThoiVlt sing thy sweetest roundelay,
And soothe my spirit passing by
To meet the maid of AMcriuy.

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