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

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

If angry Fate is sworn my foe;
And suffering I am doom'd to bear,
I careless quit aught else below
But spare me, spare me Jeanie dear!
For while life's dearest blood is warm,
Ae thought frae her shall ne'er depart;
And She, as fairest is her form,
She has the truest, kindest heart.----
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