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| WHERE windin’ Tarf, by broomy knowes, | |
| Her siller wave sae saftly rows; | |
| And mony a green-wood cluster grows, | |
| An’ harebells bloomin’, bonnie, O. | |
| Below a spreadin’ hazle-tree, | 5 |
| Fu’ snugly hid whar nane could see, | |
| While blinkin’ love beamed frae her e’e, | |
| I met my bonnie Annie, O. | |
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| Her neck was o’ the snawdrap hue, | |
| Her lips like roses wet wi’ dew: | 10 |
| But O, her e’e, o’ azure blue, | |
| Was past expressin’ bonnie, O. | |
| Like threads o’ gowd her flowin’ hair, | |
| That lightly wantoned in the air; | |
| But vain were a’ my skill an’ mair | 15 |
| To tell the charms o’ Annie, O. | |
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| While smilin’ in my arms she lay, | |
| She whisperin’ in my ear did say, | |
| “O how could I survive the day, | |
| Should ye prove fause, my Tammie, O!” | 20 |
| “While spangled fish glide to the main, | |
| While Scotlan’s braes shall wave wi’ grain, | |
| Till this fond heart shall break wi’ pain, | |
| I ’ll aye be true to Annie, O.” | |
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| The Beltane winds blew loud an’ lang, | 25 |
| An’ ripplin’ raised the spray alang; | |
| We cheerfu’ sat, and cheerfu’ sang, | |
| The banks o’ Tarf are bonnie, O. | |
| Though sweet is spring, whan young and gay, | |
| An’ blythe the blinks o’ summer’s day; | 30 |
| I fear nae winter, cauld and blae, | |
| If blest wi’ love an’ Annie, O. | |
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