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| AE glentin’ cheerfu’ simmer morn, | |
| As I cam o’er the riggs o’ Lorn, | |
| I heard a lassie all forlorn | |
| Lamentin’ for her Johnny, O. | |
| Her wild notes poured the air alang; | 5 |
| The Highland rocks an’ woodlands rang; | |
| An’ ay the o’erword o’ her sang | |
| Was Bushby braes are bonny, O. | |
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| On Bushby braes where blossoms blow, | |
| Where blooms the brier an’ sulky sloe, | 10 |
| There first I met my only Joe, | |
| My dear, my faithfu’ Johnny, O; | |
| The grove was dark, sae dark an’ sweet; | |
| Where first my lad an’ I did meet; | |
| The roses blushed around our feet: | 15 |
| Then Bushby braes were bonny, O. | |
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| Departed joys, how soft, how dear! | |
| That frae my e’e still wrings the tear! | |
| Yet still the hope my heart shall cheer | |
| Again to meet my Johnny, O. | 20 |
| The primrose saw, an’ blue harebell, | |
| But nane o’ them our love can tell, | |
| The thrilling joy I felt too well, | |
| When Bushby braes were bonny, O. | |
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| My lad is in the Baltic gane | 25 |
| To fight the proud an’ doubtfu’ Dane. | |
| For our success my heart is fain; | |
| But ’t is maistly for my Johnny, O. | |
| Then, Cupid, smooth the German sea, | |
| An’ bear him back to Lorn an’ me! | 30 |
| An’ a’ my life I ’ll sing wi’ glee, | |
| The Bushby braes are bonny, O. | |
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