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and o! as she wanton'd sae gay on the wing.

i rede you, c.

auld phoebus himself, as he peep'd o'er the hill,

in spite at her plumage he tried his skill;

he levell'd his rays where she bask'd on the brae—

his rays were outshone, and but mark'd where she lay.

i rede you,c.

they hunted the valley, they hunted the hill,

the best of our lads wi' the best o' their skill;

but still as the fairest she sat in their sight,

then, whirr! she was over, a mile at a flight.

i rede you, c.