The bonny bruicked Lassie she's
blew beneath the Eye.
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DOwn by yon River side,
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where early falls the Dew,
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Betwixt my Love and I,
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there were kind Kisses anew;
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There were kind Kisses anew,
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betwixt my Love and I,
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For the bonny bruick'd Lassie
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she's blew beneath the Eye.
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Down in yon Garden green
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where Ladies make repair,
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There grows a Tree of Pride
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that once did flourish fair:
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But now the leaves blown off't
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and it's withered with the Frost;
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For my Love he is gone,
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and all my Labour lost.
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I wish I were a Man,
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then if it were my chance,
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In Battel for to die
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although it were in France:
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Although it were in France,
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to end my Misery,
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For the bonny bruick'd Lassie,
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she's blew beneath the Eye.
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If I thought it not Sin,
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my own self for to slae,
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I'd be reveng'd on him
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who's wrought me all this Wae,
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Who's wrought me all this Wae,
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and cause of my Mis'ry,
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For the bonny bruick'd Lassie,
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she's blew beneath the Eye.
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When you go over Seas,
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be cunning in your Craft,
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For when you were at home,
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you did visit me too oft,
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You did visit me too oft,
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the truth I'll tell you plain,
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For there's nothing in my Mind
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but Love for Love again.
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