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Tune-"Loch Erroch Side."
O stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay, / Nor quit for me the trembling spray, / A hapless lover courts thy lay, / Thy soothing, fond complaining. / Again, again that tender part, / That I may catch thy melting art; / For surely that wad touch her heart / Wha kills me wi' disdaining. / Say, was thy little mate unkind, / And heard thee as the careless wind? / Oh, nocht but love and sorrow join'd, / Sic notes o' woe could wauken! / Thou tells o' never-ending care; / O'speechless grief, and dark despair: / For pity's sake, sweet bird, nae mair! / Or my poor heart is broken.