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THE SONGS OF BURNS.
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LADY MARY ANN.

TUNE—'CRAGTOWN'S GROWING.'

O, Lady Mary AnnLooks o'er the castle wa',She saw three bonie boysPlaying at the ba';The youngest he wasThe flower amang them a';My bonie laddie's young,But he's growin' yet.
O father! O father!An' ye think it fit,We'll send him a yearTo the college yet:We'll sew a green ribbonRound about his hat,And that will let them kenHe's to marry yet.
Lady Mary AnnWas a flower i' the dew,Sweet was its smell,And bonie was its hue!And the langer it blossom'dThe sweeter it grew;For the lily in the budWill be bonier yet.
Young Charlie CochranWas the sprout of an aik;Bonie and bloomin'And straught was its make.The sun took delightTo shine for its sake,And it will be the bragO' the forest yet.
The simmer is ganeWhen the leaves they were green,And the days are awaThat we hae seen:But far better daysI trust will come again,For my bonie laddie's young,But he's growin' yet.

SIMMER'S A PLEASANT TIME.

TUNE—'AY WAUKIN O.'

Simmer's a pleasant time,Flow'rs of ev'ry colour;The water rins o er the heugh,And I long for my true lover.Ay waukin O,Waukin still and wearie:Sleep I can get naneFor thinking on my dearie.
When I sleep I dream,When I wauk I'm eerie;Sleep I can get naneFor thinking on my dearie.
Lanely night comes on,A' the lave are sleeping;I think on my bonie ladAnd I bleer my een with greetin'.Ay waukin O.Waukin still and wearie;Sleep I can get naneFor thinking on my dearie.

SAE FAR AWA.

TUNE—'DALKEITH MAIDEN BRIDGE.',

O sad and heavy should I part,But for her sake sae far awa;Unknowing what my way may thwartMy native land sae far awa.Thou that of a' things Maker art,That form'd this Fair sae far awa,Gie body strength, then I'll ne'er startAt this my way sae far awa.
How true is love to pure desert,So love to her, sae far awa:And nocht can heal my bosom's smart,While, oh! she is sae far awa.Nane other love, nane other dart,I feel but her's, sae far awa;But fairer never touch'd a heartThan her's, the fair sae far awa.
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