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As ony lamb upon a lee ;
IV. The Highland hills I've wander'd wide,
And o'er the Lowlands I hae been; But Phemie was the blythest lass That ever trode the dewy green.
SONG XXIX. .
A ROSE-BUD BY MY EARLY WALK
AIR.-THE SHEPHERD'S WIFE,
All on a dewy morning.
II. Ere twice the shades o' dawn are fled, In a' its crimson glory spread, And drooping rich the dewy head,
It scents the early morning.
Sae early in the morning.
IV. She soon shall see her tender brood, The pride, the pleasure o' the wood, Amang the fresh green leaves bedew'd,
Awak the early morning.
That tents thy early morning.
VI. So thou, sweet rose-bud, young and gay Shalt beauteous blaze upon the day, And bless the parent's evening ray
That watch'd thy early morning *.
* Miss J. C. daughter of a friend of the Bard, is supposed to be the heroine of this song.
WHERE BRAVING ANGRY WINTER'S STORMS.
AIR.N. GOW'S LAMENTATION FOR ABERCAIRNY.
The lofty Ochels rise,
First blest my wondering eyes.
A lonely gem surveys,
With art's most polish'd blaze.
And blest the day and hour,
When first I felt their pow'r!