- St. Leonard's hill was lightsome land,
- Where gowan'd grass was growin',
- For man and beast were food and rest,
- And milk and honey flowin'.
- A father's blessing followed close,
- Where'er her foot was treading,
- And Jeanie's humble, harmless joys,
- On every side were spreading wide,
- On every side were spreading.
- The mossy turf on Arthur Seat,
- St. Anthon's well aye springing,
- The lammies playing at her feet,
- The birdies round her singing.
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- The solemn haunts o' Holyrood,
- Wi' bats and houlits eerie,
- The tow'ring craigs o' Salisbury,
- The lowly wells o' Weary,
- O, the lowly wells o' Weary.
- But evil days and evil men
- Came owre their sunny dwelling,
- Like thunder storms on sunny skies
- Or wastefu' waters swelling.
- What ance was sweet is bitter now;
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- The sun of joy is setting;
- In eyes that wont to glance wi' glee, —
- The briny tear is wetting fast,
- The briny tear is wetting.
- Her inmost thought to heaven is sent,
- In faithful supplication;
- Her earthly stay's Macallummore,
- The guardian o' the nation.
- A hero's heart — a sister's love —
- They're a' in Jeanie's tartan plaid,
- And she is gane, her liefu' lane,
- To Lunnon toun she's wending.
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