she tripped by the banks o' earn,
as light's a bird upon a thorn.
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her bonie face it was as meek
as ony lamb upon a lea;
the evening sun was ne'er sae sweet,
as was the blink o' phemie's e'e.
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the highland hills i've wander'd wide,
and o'er the lawlands i hae been;
but phemie was the blythest lass
that ever trod the dewy green.
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