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the lovely ss o&039; verness

the lovely ss o&039; verness,

nae joy nor pleasure can she see;

for, e&039;en to orn she cries, as!

and aye the saut tear bl&039;s her e&039;e

“druossie oor, druossie day—

a waefu&039; day it was to !

for there i lost y father dear,

y father dear, and brethren three

“their dg-sheet the bidy cy,

their graves are gro&039; green to see;

and by the lies the dearest d

that ever blest a woan&039;s e&039;e!

“now wae to thee, thou cruel lord,

a bidy an i trow thou be;

for ony a heart thou has ade sair,

that ne&039;er did wrang to the or thee!”