The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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About his Anna's sunny locks^
And of her bricht blue ee.
O blessed fountain, give her back
The brightness of her brow !
O blessed water, bid her cheeks
Like summer roses glow !
'Tis a small gift, thou blessed well,
To thing divine as thee.
But, kingdoms to a mother's hearty
Fu' dear is Ann to me.
DUNT, DUNT, DUNT, PITTIE PATTIE.
Tune— The yelloxv-liaired laddie.
On Whitsunday morning,
I. went to the fair
My yellow-haired laddie
Was selling his ware ;
He gied me sic a blithe blink.
With his bonny black ee,
And a dear blink, and a fair blink.
It was unto me.
I wist not what ailed me.
When my laddie cam in
The little wee sternies
Flew aye frae my een ;
And the sweat it dropt down
Frae my very ee-bree,
For my heart aye played
Dunt, dunt, dunt, pittie pattle.
I wist not what ailed me,
When I went to my bed,
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