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| ’T WAS on a bonnie simmer morn, | |
| The fields were wet wi’ dew, | |
| And Clutha’s banks were clad wi’ flowers | |
| Of fairest form and hue; | |
| The wild birds sang their sweetest notes, | 5 |
| Blithe Phœbus ceased to smile, | |
| As wandering forth I chanced to meet | |
| The lassie o’ Carmyle. | |
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| Her glowing cheek outrivalled far | |
| The rosebud’s sweetest hue; | 10 |
| Her hair was like the raven’s wing, | |
| Her eyes a lovely blue. | |
| O’ercome with love and sweet surprise, | |
| Entranced I stood awhile, | |
| Then fondly clasped, in warm embrace, | 15 |
| The lassie o’ Carmyle. | |
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| Yon sweet wee gowan on the bank | |
| Wi’ her could ne’er compare; | |
| The primrose pale, the violet’s blue, | |
| Were ne’er so sweet and fair. | 20 |
| I told my love wi’ artless tongue, | |
| Wi’ heart unstained by guile; | |
| She blushed, she smiled, but noo she ’s mine, | |
| The lassie o’ Carmyle. | |
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| Unheeded now, ambition scales | 25 |
| The slippery hill of fame; | |
| Unenvied now, pale avarice gains | |
| Blind fortune’s fickle game: | |
| For what are rank or fame to me | |
| Compared wi’ her sweet smile? | 30 |
| My heart’s first treasure still shall be | |
| The lassie o’ Carmyle. | |
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