“Then you must be the brother of the sun and moon and cousin to the seven stars in disguise. Long live the Emperor!”
[Conclusion in our next.
THE HIGHLAND LADDIE’S FAREWELL.
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BY AUGUSTA.
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Come an’ sit thee doon langside me now, my ain, my darling Sue,
Let your laddie view those e’es, lass, that match yon heaven’s blue:
Dearie, pit that wee saft han’ in mine, whiles swear that ye’ll be true