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the fair sonsie queen, wi' her bright sunny brow, 

 An' twa bonnie dimples near her comely mou' , 

 She's the flower o' the muirlands, that's tauld by 



ilk ane, 

 When they sing o' young Lizzie o' yon bonnie glen. 



Yon yauld hunter lad kythes the first break o' morn, 

 On the wild peaks o' Monkside he winds his clear 



horn ; 



What ails the leal call ant ? troth, he disna ken, 

 When he sighs for young Lizzie o' yon bonnie glen. 



Thou gray speckl'd lark, shake the weet frae thy 



wing, 



Eise high to the blue lift and sweet, sweetly sing ; 

 Awaken ye sangsters in ilk bushy den, 

 And sing to young Lizzie o 1 yon bonnie glen. 



