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THE HIGHLAND SHEARER.*

Fu yellow lie the corn-rigs

Far doun the braid hill-side; It is the bonniest har’st-field

Alang the shores o’ Clyde. An' I'm a puir har’st lassie,

Wha stand the lee-lang day, Shearin' the corn-rigs o' Ardbeg

Aboon sweet Rothsay Bay.

Oh, I had ance a true love,

Now I hae nane ava ;
An' I had three braw brithers,

But I hae tint them a'.
My father and my mither

Lie i' the mools this day; I sit my lane amang the rigs

Aboon sweet Rothsay Bay.

It's a bonnie bay at mornin',

An' bonnier i’ the noon ; But it's bonniest when the sun draps

An' red comes up the moon;

* Reaper is called “ Shearer" in Scotland.

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