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Of all the Girls that are so smart
Night of Mid-June, in heavy vapours dying,
I joy, dear mother, when I view
Lo! where he crouches by the cleugh's dark side,
'Why William, on that old grey stone,
Spende, and God schal sende.
Across the lonely beach we flit,
My mither's ay glowran o'er me,