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V. BACCHANALIAN AND SOCIAL 213 |
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Then catch the moments as they fly, And use them as ye ought, man!
Believe me, happiness is shy, And comes not aye when sought, man! |
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No. 239.' In comin by the brig O' Dye.
Tune : Ruffian's rant Scots Musical Museum, 1788, No. 156. |
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In comin by the brig o1 Dye, At Darlet we a blink did tarry;
As day was dawin in the sky,
We drank a health to bonie Mary.
Chorus. Theniel Meneies' bonie Mary,
Theniel Meneies' bonie Mary, Charlie Grigor tint his plaidie, Kissin Theniel's bonie Mary.
Her een sae bright, her brow sae white, Her haffet locks as brown 's a berry;
And ay they dimpl't wi' a smile, The rosy cheeks o' bonie Mary.
We lap and danc'd the lee-lang day, Till piper lads were wae and weary;
But Charlie gat the spring to pay, For kissin Theniel's bonie Mary. |
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