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THE SONGS OF BURNS.
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MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS.

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe,My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,The birth-place of valour, the country of worth;Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow;Farewell to the straths and green valleys below;Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods;Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here:My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe,My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.

THERE'S A YOUTH IN THIS CITY.

TUNE—'NEIL GOW'S LAMENT.'

There's a youth in this city, it were a great pity,That he from our lasses should wander awa;For he's bonie and braw, weel favour'd witha',And his hair has a natural buckle and a'.His coat is the hue of his bonnet sae blue ;His fecket is white as the new-driven snaw;His hose they are blae, and his shoon like the slae,And his clear siller buckles they dazzle us a'.His coat is the hue, &c.
For beauty and fortune the laddie's been courtin;Weel-featur'd, weel-tocher'd, weel-mounted and braw;But chiefly the siller, that gars him gang till her,The pennie's the jewel that beautifies a'.There's Meg wi' the mailin, that fain wad a haen him,And Susy whase daddy was Laird o' the ha';There's lang-tocher'd Nancy maist fetters his fancy,—But the laddie's dear sel he lo'es dearest of a'.
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