Whether roses blanch or blow,

Where thou goest, I will go,

As your loving Jean, my Jo,

Laddie, laddie!

JOCK.

O'er the deep wi' me, lassie,

Will you, will you?

Sail the sounding sea, lassie,

Will you, will you?

Where the mountains, crowned with pine,

Dipping to the western brine,

Shade, with everlasting vine,

Golden grape and countless kine,

Lassie, lassie?

JEAN.

O'er the deep wi' thee, laddie,

Will I, will I,

Sail the sounding sea, laddie,

Will I, will I,

Whether mountains dip or bear

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