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blythe hae i been on yon hill

tune—“the quaker's wife.”

blythe hae i been on yon hill,

as the lambs before me;

careless ilka thought and free,

as the breeze flew o'er me;

now nae langer sport and play,

mirth or sang can please me;

lesley is sae fair and coy,

care and anguish seize me.

heavy, heavy is the task,

hopeless love declaring;

trembling, i dow nocht but glow'r,

sighing, dumb despairing!

if she winna ease the thraws

in my bosom swelling,

underneath the grass-green sod,

soon maun be my dwelling.