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DINNA FORGET ME by ELIZA COOK

First Line: THE LAST TIME WE ROVED THROUGH LOCHABER'S DARK GLEN
Last Line: DINNA FORGET, LOVE! OH, DINNA FORGET!
The last time we roved through Lochaber's dark glen,
When the red blooming heather wi' night-dew was wet,
You ken, bonnie lass, what you promised me then;
You canna forget, love! you canna forget!

You said when the harvest moon blinked forth again,
When the gowans' gay hues and the simmer-beams met,
That the kirk and the goud ring should make you my ain.
Dinna forget, love! oh, dinna forget!

And now the sun glitters o'er brae, and through brik;
Though late in the gloaming his bray lingers yet:
Simmer is come, love; the ring and the kirk
Dinna forget, love! oh, dinna forget!



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