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| YE ’ve seen the blooming rosy brier, | |
| On stately Dee’s wild woody knowes; | |
| Ye ’ve seen the op’ning lily fair, | |
| In streamy Don’s gay broomy howes; | |
| An’ ilka bonnie flower that grows | 5 |
| Amang their banks and braes sae green,— | |
| These borrow a’ their finest hues | |
| Frae lovely Jean of Aberdeen. | |
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| Ye ’ve seen the dew-eyed bloomy haw, | |
| When morning gilds the welkin high; | 10 |
| Ye ’ve heard the breeze o’ summer blaw, | |
| When e’ening steals alang the sky. | |
| But brighter far is Jeanie’s eye | |
| When we ’re amang the braes alane, | |
| An’ softer is the bosom-sigh | 15 |
| Of lovely Jean of Aberdeen. | |
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| Though I had a’ the valleys gay | |
| Around the airy Bennochie, | |
| An’ a’ the fleecy flocks that stray | |
| Amang the lofty hills o’ Dee; | 20 |
| While Mem’ry lifts her melting ee, | |
| An’ Hope unfolds her fairy scene, | |
| My heart wi’ them I ’d freely gi’e | |
| To lovely Jean of Aberdeen. | |
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