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His gentle manners wan my heait,
I t'.iatefu' took the gift ;
Cou'd i but think to seek it back.
It wou'd be waur than theft.
For langesft life can ne'er repay
The love he bears to me ;
And e'er I'm ^rcM to break my troth,
I'll lay me down and die.
The Banks of the Dee,
I'wAS sum - mer_, and soft - ly the
bree - zes were blow - iiT^, And
foot of a rock, where the ri-ver was flowing, I ''
fat mvself down on the banks of the Dee, Flow