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A Farmers houfe down in a glen,
I fand at laft, they took me in?
But 111 remember till I die.
The Lai's that made the Bed to me.
Sae red an’ rofey were her Cheeks,
Wi’ blufhes mild as Simmer 1'weetsJ
I cou’d na’ fleep for th’Coal black Ee,
O’ her that made the Bed to me.
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Nieft morning
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bound for Enbro Town,
I kift her ance anVgie’r a Crown,
An’ merry merry may fhe be,
The Lafs that made the Bed to me.
I left the houfe wi'fair regret,
My horfe for bridle aft did fret;
The chainin’ fhape ftill in my/E’e,
O’ her that made the Bed to me.
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Nae beauty e’er cou’d fpill my reft.
Or bring
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a figh frae out my.breaft;
Untill I faw yon lovely fhe.
The Lafs that made the Bed to me.
Now, love has ta’en my peace away,
l’m ay unhappy night an’day.
For a’ the warld I-wad na gi’e
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The Lafs that made the Bed to me.
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Nae fplendid Queen, my mind cou’d move,
Or change the object o’ my love.
My heart an’mind will ay be wi’,
The Lafs that made the Bed to me.
In Kingly power, the joy s are fma’,
An’ forrow aften comes for a’;
But happinefs will ever be,
Wi’ her that made the B^d to me.
For the German Flute.