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THE EDINBURGH
Thus the fair mourner wall'd her crime
With flowing eyes, — with flowing eyes,
Glad Jamie heard her all the time,
With fweet furprize, — with fweet furpriie.
Some god had led him to the grove,
His mind unchajig'd, — his mind unchang'd,
Flew to her arms, and cry'd, my love,
I am.reveng'd, — I am reveng'd.
SONG CLIX.
LOGIE OF BUCHAN.
O Lo - gie of Buchan, O Logie the Laird,
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They ha'e ta'en awa' Jamie that deiv'd in the
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