[A composite volume : containing The ballads and songs of Ayrshire ...

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AM A JOLLY FARMINO MAN.
She never annoy'd me wi' sulks or wi' taum
If my temper was ruffled, her answer was calm
For every distemper she aye had a balm ;
But I'm lanely noo—O ! I'm lanely noo.
When the troubles an' trials o' life would annoy,
Baith peace an' contentment o' min' to destroy.
Her mild honey'd words aft inspu'ed me wi' joy ;
But I'm lanely noo—O ! I'm lanely noo.
At e'en when I'm sittin' fu' dowie my lane,
I aft think I see her across the hearthstane.
An' it withers my heart when I fin' I'm mista'en ;
I'm lanely noo—O
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An' whyles in my visions, the tones o' her voice
Thrill sweet in my ear, and my heart-strings rejoice
I fain would depart an' partake in her joys ;
For I'm lanely noo— ! I'm lanely noo.
I fondly had dream'd it again an' again,
That when laid on a couch o' affliction an' pain.
Her soothin' attentions my heart would sustain ;
But I'm lanely noo—O ! I'm lanely noo.
The day brings nae joy, I'm sae dowie an' eei'ie ;
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5 The night winna pass, I'm sae lanesome an! drearie
I lang to lie doun in the grave by my dearie ;
] For I'm lanely noo—O ! I'm lanely noo.
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This pathetic picture of the desolate condition of an old man, whose family
have all left the "roof tree," and whose aged partner has been severed
from him by death, is by Mr Stevenson, teacher, parish of Beith.
$ am a SoHj) jFarmmfl J¥lan.
What's bags o' gowd to rag about.
Or rigs o' Ian' to brag about;