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When dressing Nature busks the vale,
And sprinkles on her dew,
Her bonny silver mantle shines
Out o' the clearest hue;
So neat and fair, wi splendour rare,
She dazzles a' our een;
Yet fairer dress, she maun confess,
Adorus my bonny Jean.

How sweetly in the summer's e'en,
She skips the gilded plain:
While all the little was bling bands.
Sing welcome back again.
Their tender noise sends cheery joys
Through a' the hills between;
Till ilka dale; and flowry vale,
Pay homage to my Jean.

                    FINIS.

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