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MORAG.
THE SONG WRITTEN FOR THIS WORK.
BY BURNS.
(J wat ye wha that loes me,
And has my heart a-keeping ?
O sweet is she that loes me,
As dews o' summer weeping,
In tears the rosebuds steeping :
O that 's the lassie o' my heart,
My lassie, ever dearer ;
O that 's the queen o' womankind,
And ne'er a ane to peer her.
If thou shalt meet a lassie
In grace and beauty charming ;
That e'en thy chosen lassie,
Erewhile thy breast sae warming,
Had ne'er sic powers alarming :
O that 's the lassie, &c.
If thou hast heard her talking,
And thy attention 's plighted,
That ilka body talking
But her by thee is slighted,
And thou art all delighted :
O that 's the lassie, &c.
If thou hast met this fair one, —
When frae her thou hast parted,
If every other fair one,
But her, thou hast deserted,
And thou art brokenhearted :
O that 's the lassie, &c.
FOR THE SAME AIR.
BY BURNS.
Loud blaw the frosty breezes,
The snaws the mountains cover,
Like winter on me seizes,
Since my young Highland Rover
Far wanders nations over.
Where'er he go, where'er he stray,
May heaven be his warden ;
Return him safe to fair Strathspey,
And bonnie Castle-Gordon.
The trees now naked groaning,
Shall soon \vi' leaves be hinging !
The birdies dowie moaning,
Shall a' be blithely singing,
And ev'ry flow'r be springing.
Sae I'll rejoice the lee lang day,
When, by his mighty warden,
My youth 's return'd to fair Strathspey,
And bonnie Castle-Gordon.

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