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The sun rose sae rosy, the grey hills adorning,
Light sprang the lav'rock and mounted sae hie,
When true to the tryst o' blythe May's dewy morning,
Jeannie cam' linkin' out ow'r the green lea'.
Tae mark her impatience, I crep' 'mang the brackens,
Aft, aft tae the kent gate she turn'd her black e'e;
Then lying doon sae dowilie, sigh'd by the willow tree,
"I am aslep, dinna wauken me".
Saft thro' the green birks I stole to my jewel,
Strek'd on spring's carpet aneath the saugh tree,
"think na, dear Lassie, that Willie's been cruel,"
"I am asleep, dinna wauken me".
"Wi love's warm sensations I've marked your impatience,
Lang hid midst the breckans I watch'd your black e'e;
You're no sleepin, pawkie Jean, open that lovely e'e".
"I am asleep, dinna wauken me".
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