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dy ary ann

o dy ary ann looks o&039;er the castle wa&039;,

she saw three bonie boys pyg at the ba&039;,

the younst he was the flower aang the a&039;,

y bonie ddie&039;s young, but he&039;s gro&039; yet

o father, o father, an ye thk it fit,

we&039;ll send hi a year to the lle yet,

we&039;ll sew a green ribbon round about his hat,

and that will let the ken he&039;s to arry yet

dy ary ann was a flower the dew,

sweet was its sll and bonie was its hue,

and the lonr it blos&039;d the sweeter it grew,

for the lily the bud will be bonier yet

young charlie chran was the sprout of an aik,

bonie and bloo&039; and straught was its ake,

the sun took delight to she for its sake,

and it will be the brag o&039; the forest yet

the sir is gane when the leaves they were green,

and the days are awa&039; that we hae seen,

but far better days i trt will e aga;

for y bonie ddie&039;s young, but he&039;s gro&039; yet