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THE GENTLE SHEPHERD.
PEGGY
{Fa's into Patie’s arms).
Then dinna pu’ me, gently thus I fa’
Into my Patie’s arms, for good and a’;
But stint your wishes to this kind embrace,
And mint nae far’er till we’ve got the grace.
PATIE,
(IVi' his left hand about her waist).
0 charming armfu’! hence, ye cares, away!
I’ll kiss my treasure a’ the live-lang day!
A’ night I’ll dream my kisses o’er again,
Till that day come that ye’ll be a’ my am !
Sung by loth.
Sun, gallop down the westlin skies,
Gang soon to bed, and quickly rise;
O lash your steeds, post time away,
And haste about our bridal day 1
And if ye’re wearied, honest light,
Sleep, gin ye like, a week that night.