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SONGS OF ANGUS
The sky is keen wi’ dancin’ stars in plenty,
The New Year frost is strang;
But, O my lass ! because the Auld Year kent ye
I’m sweir to let it gang !
But time drives forrit; and on ilk December
There waits a New Year yet,
And naething bides but what our he’rts remem¬
ber—
jS Maggie, ye’lPna forget ?

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