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| THE SUN blinks sweetly on yon shaw, | |
| But sweeter far on Woodhouselee, | |
| And dear I like his setting beam | |
| For sake o’ ane sae dear to me. | |
| It was na simmer’s fairy scenes, | 5 |
| In a’ their charming luxury, | |
| But Beauty’s sel’ that won my heart, | |
| The bonnie lass o’ Woodhouselee. | |
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| Sae winnin’ was her witchin’ smile, | |
| Sae piercin’ was her coal-black e’e, | 10 |
| Sae sairly wounded was my heart, | |
| That had na wist sic ills to dree; | |
| In vain I strave in beauty’s chains, | |
| I cou’d na keep my fancy free, | |
| She gat my heart sae in her thrall, | 15 |
| The bonnie lass o’ Woodhouselee. | |
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| The bonnie knowes, sae yellow a’, | |
| Where aft is heard the hum of bee, | |
| The meadow green, and breezy hill, | |
| Where lambkins sport sae merrilie, | 20 |
| May charm the weary, wand’rin’ swain, | |
| When e’enin’ sun dips in the sea, | |
| But a’ my heart, baith e’en and morn, | |
| Is wi’ the lass o’ Woodhouselee. | |
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| The flowers that kiss the wimplin’ burn, | 25 |
| And dew-clad gowans on the lea, | |
| The water-lily on the lake, | |
| Are but sweet emblems a’ of thee; | |
| And while in simmer smiles they bloom, | |
| Sae lovely, and sae fair to see, | 30 |
| I ’ll woo their sweets, e’en for thy sake, | |
| The bonnie lass o’ Woodhouselee. | |
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