Scotch Lassie Jean

Scotch Lassie Jean.
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In Scotland’a fair lands, over mountains and riffs,
That’s where I roamed for many a day.
In looking at the lads and lassles on the green,
In the fair old hand of Scotland far away.
I have waited for her coming, but she has not come ня yet;
The truth seems to dawn on me plain.
They say she is false, but I still believe her true;
She’s my darling blue eyed Scotch lassie Jean.

Chorus-
Oh, Jean, by bonnie Jean, come to your laddie once again!
They say you are false, hut I still belleve you mine;
You are my bonnie, blue eyed Scotch lassie Jean.
She aald she would meet me, but I’ve walted long In vain;
In lands far away she does roam.
Her promise she will keep-oh! break it not, my Jean;
We’ll be happy in our bonnie little home.
Oh, then let me not long wait. Let me meet thes
soon, my Jean,
And the heavens will smile on our love:
And when life is dend we will leave this earthly scene.
And out hearts will dwell in joy and bliss above.
Chorus.