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“ The golden hours, on angel wings,
⁠Flew o'er me and my dearie;
For dear to me as light and life,
⁠Was my dear Highland Mary.
Wi‘mony a vow and lock'd embrace,
⁠Our parting was fu' tender;
And pledging aft to meet again,
⁠We tore ourselves asunder. ”

“ From all attacks of every power,
And that he'd conquer o'er and o'er,
The plains of Waterloo, man.
But our hero, whom he never saw,
Defensive lines did quickly draw,
With hardy veterans, heroes a',
And every one a true man. ”

“ She blush'd like the dawning of morn.
When I shew'd her a ring and implor'd her to marry,
She blush'd like the dawning of morn.
Yes I'll consent, she reply'd, if you'll promrise,
That no jealous rival shall daugh me to scorn. ”