II.

The chield wha boasts o' warld's walth Is aften laird o' meikle care; But Mary she is a' my ain-- Ah! fortune canna gie me mair. Then let me range by Cassillis' banks, Wi' her, the lassie dear to me, And catch her ilka glance o' love, The bonnie blink o' Mary's e'e!

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