The book of British ballads . We kissd his clay-cold hands—a smile came oer his face ; Hes pardond, Jamie said, before the throne o , Jenny! see that smile —forgien Im sure is he,Wha could withstand temptation when hoping to win thee ? The days at first were dowie; but what was sad and sair,While tears were in my ee, I kent mysel nae mair;For, oh! my heart was light as ony bird that flew,And, wae as a thing was, it had a kindly hue. But sweeter shines the sun than eer he shone before,For now Im Jamies wife, and what need I say more ?We hae a wee bit bairn—the auld folks by the fire—And

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The book of British ballads . We kissd his clay-cold hands—a smile came oer his face ; Hes pardond, Jamie said, before the throne o , Jenny! see that smile —forgien Im sure is he,Wha could withstand temptation when hoping to win thee ? The days at first were dowie; but what was sad and sair,While tears were in my ee, I kent mysel nae mair;For, oh! my heart was light as ony bird that flew,And, wae as a thing was, it had a kindly hue. But sweeter shines the sun than eer he shone before,For now Im Jamies wife, and what need I say more ?We hae a wee bit bairn—the auld folks by the fire—And Jamie, oh! he loos me up to my hearts J. craukliu del. Fred, branston sc.

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