Part 14

CHORUS.

Years syne, in youth's bricht sunny days, He ran aboot the bonnie braes, Mang Nature's wilds he tuned his lays, Wanlock's Buirdly Robin.

CHORUS.

Like Burns, an' Hogg, an' Tannahill, He plied the Muse wi' muckle skill, An' aften did oor hert-strings thrill, Wanlock's Buirdly Robin.

CHORUS.

He's noo awa', far owre the main, An's added lustre tae his name; Oh! wull he no come back again, Wanlock's Buirdly Robin?

CHORUS.

THE LASS O' DURISDEER.

Song. Tune, "My love is like a red, red rose."

REFRAIN.

Oh! bonnie burn, Oh! bonnie burn, Wi' water crystal clear, Sing sweetly by the hame whaur bides The Lass o' Durisdeer.

Though but a lass o' low estate, I care'na wha may hear Me sing her praise wi' a' ma hert, The Lass o' Durisdeer.

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In Carron's wild majestic glen Flowers bloom the hert tae cheer, But the fairest flower amang them a' The Lass o' Durisdeer.

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Wi' voice sweet as the lintie's sang; Melodious on the ear, Wi' een sae blue an' hert sae true, The Lass o' Durisdeer.

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Though I hae gane sae far awa' Tae fecht for country dear, My fondest hopes are centred on The Lass o' Durisdeer.

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A fairy guard frae Enterkin Is wi' me, hae nae fear! For I'll come safely hame and wed The Lass o' Durisdeer.

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BONNIE JEAN.

Song.

A kennan yont the Lowther Hills, In a miner's cot sae trig an' clean, A lass was born in sixty-twa, The gossips ca'ed her Bonnie Jean. She was her mither's pride an' joy, An angel in her faither's een; O! ne'er was lass in a' the glen That could compare wi' Bonnie Jean.

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Then here's tae the lass there's nane can surpass, An' may a' that's guid befa' her.

Aye foremaist in the merry ploy 'Mang lads an' lassies on the green; Tae sing an' dance an' play the game, Nane blither there than Bonnie Jean. I've heard the lintie sing his sang, An' mony fairy dawns I've seen, But naething could the fancy stir Or touch ma hert like Bonnie Jean.

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