The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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THE LOVELY LASS OF INVERNESS.
BURNS,
The lovely lass o' Inverness,
Nae joy nor pleasure can she see.
For e'en and morn she cries, Alas !
And aye the saut tears blind her ee
Drummossie muir, Drumaiossie day,
A waefu' day it was to me ;
For there I lost my father dear,
My father dear and brethren three^
Their winding-sheets, the bluidy clay
Their graves are growing green to see
And by them lies the dearest lad
That ever bless'd a woman's ee !
Now, wae to thee, thou cruel lord !
A bluidy man I trow thou be
For many a heart thou hast made sair,
That ne'er did wrang to thine or thee.
GIN YE MEET A BONNIE LASSIE,
RAMSAY.
Tune—Fy^ gar rub her ower wi' strae.
Gin ye meet a bonnie lassie,
Gie her a kiss and let her gae
But if ye meet a dirtie hizzie,
Fy, gar rub her ower wi' strae.
Be sure ye dinna quit the grip
Of ilka joy when ye are young,
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