Lass Of Cessnock Banks, The
when gleaming sunbeams intervene
and gild the distant mountain's brow;
an' she has tarkling roguish een.
her cheeks are like yon crimson gem,
the pride of all the flowery se,
just opening on its thorny stem;
an' she has tarkling roguish een.
her bosom's like the nightly snow,
when pale the m rises keen,
while hid the murm&# streamlets flow;
an' she has tarkling roguish een.
her lips are like yon cherries ripe,
that sunny walls from boreas s;
they tempt the taste and charm the sight;
an' she has tarkling roguish een.
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