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The GENTLE SHEPHERD. 39
SANG X. The yellow hair’d Laddie.
When firft my dear laddie gade to the green hill.
And 1 at ew-milking, firfi fey'd my young Jkill,
T0 bear the milk-bonuie, nae pain was to me.
When I at the blighting forgather'd with thee.
P A T I E.
When corn~rigs wav'd yellow, and blue heather bells
Bloom'd bonny on moorland and fweet rijing fells,
Aae birns, brier or brekens gave trouble to me,
Jf l found the berries right ripen'd for thee.
Peggy.
When thou ran, or wrejlled, or putted the flane.
And came off the vidor, my heart was ay fain :
Thy ilka fport manly, gave pleafure to me;
Tor nane can putt, wreflle or run fwift as thee.
P a r 1 e.
Our Jenny fings faftly the Cowden broom Knows,
And fiojie lilts fweetly the Milking the Ews;
There's few Jenny Nettles like Nanfy can Jing,
At Throw the Wood Laddie, Befs gars our lugs rings
But when my dear Peggy ftngi with better/kill
The Boatman, Twced-Jide, or the Lafs of the mill,
'Tis mony times fweeter and pleafant to me;
Tor tho' they ftng nicely, they cannot like thee.
Peggy.
How eafy can laffes trow what they dejire;
And pra fes Jae kindly increafes love's fire;
Give me fill this pleafure, my fludy jhall be
To make myfelf better and fweet er for thee.
P A T I E.
Wert thou a giglet gawky like the lave.
That little better than our nowt behave:
At nought they’ll ferly fenfelefs tales believe;
Be blyth for filly heights, for trifles grieve:
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