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64 UNPJ'ED STATES
Make perfect heaven here on earth,
John Anderson, my jo.
John Anderson, my jo, John,
Frae year to year we've past.
And socm that year maun come, John«
Will bring us to our last;
But let na' that aflright us, John,
()ur hearts v/ere ne'er our foe,
While in innocent delight we've livet
John Anderson, my jo.
John Anderson, my jo, John,
Wi^ clambthe hill thegither.
And monie a cantie day, John,
We've had wi' ane anither;
Now wc maun totter down, John,
But hand in hand we'll go.
And we'll sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson, my jo.
Jessie, Ibe Flovrer o' Buniblane.
The sun has gane dovsm o'er the lofty Benlomond,
And left the red clouds to preside o'er the scene,
While lanely I stray in the calm simmer gloaming,
'Po muse on sweet Jessie, the flower o' Dumblane.
How sweet is the brier wi' its saft faulding blosson^
And sweet is the birk wi' its mantle o' green,
Yet sweeter an' fairer an' dear tc my bosom.
Is lovely young Jessie tlie flower o' Dumblane,
Is lovely young Jessie, is lovely young Jessie,
Is lovely young Jessie, the flower o' Dumblane,
She's modest as ony, an' biythe as she's bonnei.
For guileless simplicity marks her its ain.
An' fiu- be the villain divested o' feeling,
Wha'd blight in its bloom tlie sweet flower O*
Dumblane.