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| ’TWAS on a simmer’s afternoon, | |
| A wee afore the sun gaed doun, | |
| A lassie wi’ a braw new goun | |
| Cam’ owre the hills to Gowrie. | |
| The rose-bud wash’d in simmer’s shower, | 5 |
| Bloom’d fresh within the sunny bower; | |
| But Kitty was the fairest flower | |
| That e’er was seen in Gowrie. | |
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| To see her cousin she cam’ there, | |
| An’ oh! the scene was passing fair; | 10 |
| For what in Scotland can compare | |
| Wi’ the Carse o’ Gowrie? | |
| The sun was setting on the Tay, | |
| The blue hills melting into grey, | |
| The mavis and the blackbird’s lay | 15 |
| Were sweetly heard in Gowrie. | |
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| O lang the lassie I had woo’d, | |
| An’ truth and constancy had vow’d, | |
| But could na speed wi’ her I lo’ed, | |
| Until she saw fair Gowrie. | 20 |
| I pointed to my father’s ha’, | |
| Yon bonnie bield ayont the shaw, | |
| Sae loun’ that there nae blast could blaw, | |
| Wad she no bide in Gowrie? | |
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| Her faither was baith glad and wae; | 25 |
| Her mither she wad naething say; | |
| The bairnies thocht they wad get play, | |
| If Kitty gaed to Gowrie. | |
| She whiles did smile, she whiles did greet, | |
| The blush and tear were on her cheek— | 30 |
| She naething said, an’ hung her head; | |
| But now she’s Leddy Gowrie. | |
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