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[Bm] Ai-lie Bain [A] o' the glen,
[A] bonnie lassie, winsome lassie;
[Bm] Ai-lie Bain [A] o' the glen,
[D] Wha' could [F#m] help but [Bm] lo'e her? [Wha' = Who]

[Bm] Here wi'lips fore- [A]tok'ning kisses, [fore-tok'ning = worn out with?]
[Bm] waiting dull and [A] wear-ie;
[Bm] 'Tis nae won-der [A] my heart's wish is
[D] Quickly [F#m] come my [Bm] dear-ie.

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A' the lads are daft a-boot ye;
A' the bardies praise ye;
Were I ane my-sel', I doubt na
I'd gang rhym'in crazy. [gang = go]

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On the cauld nichts tho' my plaid-ie
Shel-ter'd us but spare-ly,
Yet my part-in' frae be-side ye [frae = from]
Seem'd tae come owre ear-ly. [owre = over, too]

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What tho' mon-ied cuifs en-deav-or [cuifs = dolts]
Wi' their gowd tae lure ye; [gowd = gold]
True tae me yer heart beats ev-er;
Ne'er shall they se-cure ye!

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From the gaelic of Evan MacColl (The Lochfyne Bard), Translated by Malcolm MacFarlane. Air from the 'Celtic Lyre' arranged by Helen Hopekirk, 1905.