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My een are bauld they dwail on a place
Where I darena mint my han’,
But I water, and tend, and kiss the flowers
O’ my bonnie Lady Ann,

I am but her father’s gardener lad,
An’ poor poor is my fa’;
My auld mither gets my wee wee fee,
Wi’ fatherless bairnies twa;
My lady comes my lady gaes,
Wi’ a fu’ an kindly han’;
O their blessing maun mix wi’ my luve,
An’ fa’ on Lady Ann.

The Cabin Boy.

The sea was rough, the night was dark,
Far distant every joy;
When forced by fortune to embark,
I sailed a Cabin Boy.

My purse soon filled with Frenchmen’s gold,
I hastened home with joy;
When wrecked in sight of land, behold!
A helpless Cabin Boy.

Finis.


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