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He humm’d and haw’d ; the lass cried pugh!
And bade the coof no deave her ;
Syne snapt her fingers, lap and leugh,
And dang the silly weaver.
And Jenny dang, Jenny dang,
Jenny dang the weaver ,
Syne snapt her fingers, lap and leugh,
And dang the silly weaver.
THE GREEN PURSE.
I have a green purse and a wee pickle gow’d,
A bonny piece land and planting on’t.
It fattens ray flocks, and my barnv it lias stow’d ;
But the best thing of a's yet wanting un't;
To grace it, and trace it, and gi'e me delight;
To bless me and kiss me and comfort my sight,
With beauty by day and kindness by night,
And nae malr my lane gang saualring on't.
My Christy she’s charming and good as she's fair j
Her e'en and her mouth are enchanting sweet
She smiles me on f.re, her frowns gt’e despair:
I love while my heart gaes panting wi't.
Thou fairest and dearest delight of my mind.
Whose gracious embraces by heaven were design’d
For happier transports, and blesses resign'd,
Nae langcr delay the granting sweet.
For thee, bonny Christy, my shepherds and hinds,
Shall carefully make the year’s dainties thine,