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SONGS OF ANGUS
Gin I had kept whate’er was mine
As I hae gie’d my best.
My he’rt were licht by day, and syne
The nicht wad bring me rest;
There is nae heavier he’rt to find
Frae Forfar toon to Ayr,
As aye I sit me doon to mind
On him I see nae mair.
Lad, gin ye fa’ by Chairlie’s side
To rid this land o’ shame,
There winna be a prooder bride
Than her ye left at hame,
But I will seek ye whaur ye sleep
Frae lawlands to the peat,
An’ ilka nicht at mirk I’ll creep
To lay me at yer feet.

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