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THE ROUND O ARCHIVE
POEM - 003
'Ailie Swankie'
Thomas Watson

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AUCHMITHIE braes are bonnie,
Where lie the mussel shells,
Where bonnie Ailie Swankie,
My fisher lassie, dwells,—
My fisher lassie dwells,
A red rose by the sea,
And for bonnie Ailie Swankie
I could lay me doun and dee.

Her face is unco bonnie,
Her heart is true and leal ;
She's fairer far than ony
That ever bore a creel,—
That ever bore a creel,
And she's a' the warld to me,
And for bonnie Ailie Swankie
I could lay me doun and dee.



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Her feet they are the lightest
That e'er wore leather shoon,
Her ankles are the rarest
That e'er the sun shone on,—
That e'er the sun shone on,—
Or ever the moon did see,
And for bonnie Ailie Swankie
I could lay me doun and dee.
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