MS: 'O wat ye wha's in yon town'

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MS: 'O wat ye wha's in yon town'

How blest, ye flowers that round her blaw,
Ye catch the glances o' her e'e!
How blest, ye birds that round her sing,
And welcome in the blooming year;
And doubly welcome be the Spring,
The season to my Jeanie dear.
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Sweet blinks the sun on yon town
Amang the broomy braes sae green,
But my delight in yon town,
And dearest pleasure is my Jean.
Without my Fair, not a' the charms
O' Paradise could yield me joy;
But gie me Jeany in my arms,
And welcome Lapland's dreary sky: My

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