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228 Caledonian Musical Repository.
He tun\l his pipe and reed sae sweet,
The birds stood lisfning by ;
Ev'n the dull cattle stood and gaz"d,
CharmM wi his melody.
O, the broom, &c.
While thus we spent our time, by turns,
Betwixt our flocks and play,
I envied not the fairest dame,
Though e'er sae rich and gay.
O, the broom, &c.
Hard fate ! that I should ban ish'd be,
Gang heavily, and mourn,
Because I lovM the kindest swain
That ever yet was born.
O, the broom, &c.
He did oblige me ev"ry hour;
Could I but faitlnV be ?
He staw my heart ; could I refuse
Whate'er he ask'd of me.
O, the broom, &c.
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