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| I ’VE seen the smiling summer flower | |
| Amang the braes of Yarrow; | |
| I ’ve heard the raving winter wind | |
| Amang the hills of Barra; | |
| I ’ve wandered Scotland o’er and o’er, | 5 |
| Frae Teviot to Strathbogie: | |
| But the bonniest lass that I ha’e seen | |
| Is bonnie Jean of Logie. | |
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| Her lips were like the heather bloom, | |
| In meekest dewy morning; | 10 |
| Her cheeks were like the ruddy leaf, | |
| The bloomy brier adorning; | |
| Her brow was like the milky flower | |
| That blossoms in the bogie; | |
| And love was laughing in her een,— | 15 |
| The bonnie lass of Logie. | |
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| I said, “My lassie, come wi’ me, | |
| My hand, my name, are ready; | |
| I ha’e a lairdship of my ain, | |
| And ye shall be my ladye. | 20 |
| I ’ve ilka thing baith out and in, | |
| To make you blythe and vogie.” | |
| She hung her head and sweetly smiled,— | |
| The bonnie lass of Logie! | |
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| But she has smiled, and fate has frowned, | 25 |
| And wrung my heart with sorrow; | |
| The bonnie lass sae dear to me | |
| Can never be my marrow. | |
| For ah! she loves another lad,— | |
| The ploughman wi’ his cogie; | 30 |
| Yet happy, happy may she be, | |
| The bonnie lass of Logie! | |
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