Scotland/Scots > Ayrshire melodist, or, The muses' delight

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I could not leave so sweet a flower,
I could not leave so sweet a flower.
Nor rove dear Kate from thee;
But ever prov’d bow much I lov’d,
How dear thou wert to me.
For thee,—dear maid,—the town 1
leave,
To thee my wealth resign ;
And in thy lonely vale I’ll live.
Sweet Kate, if thcu’lt be mine.
And when I share thy rural cot,
My joy of life shall be,
To please thy every wish and thought,
And live alone for thee:
O then I’ll prove how much I love,
How dear thou art to me.
When village pastimes on the green.
Invite us forth at eve ;
With thee I’ll join the pleasing scene,
And taste the joys they give.
And when the festive danca we share,
My heart unchang’d shall be;
For tho’ the fairest nymphs are there.
I’ll fondly turn to thee;
And thus I’ll prove, how much I love.
How dear thou art to me.