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I strive to look chearlirl , but canna be gay;
Wi' lads and wi' lasses nae langer I play;
At bogle,when ramping, I think they're gaun mad,
The loader they laugh, the mair I am sad .
Far sweeter to me to gang down t^e langglen,
'Manf heather and whins to yon bonie den,
Where the mavis does sing-, and the wild rose does blaw,
And a' thing- reminds me o' him thats awa,
Should he ne'er come back
A' joy it will wither,
And for his ; dear sake
I'll think o» nae ither-
Bat ay in the gloaming afore the night fa^
I'll pray for' my Jamie, my love, that's awa',
The catrse o' my mourning.

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