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THE LASS OF LIVING STO N.
PaIN’D with her flighting Jamie’s love.
Bell dropt a tear—Bell dropt a tear;
The Gods, defcended from above.
Well pleas’d to hear—well pleas’d to hear:
They heard the praifes of the youth
From her own tongue—from her own tongue;
Who now converted was to truth.
And thus fhe fung—and thus flic fung:
Blefs’d days! when our ingenious fex
More frank and kind—more frank and kind-
D;d not their lov’d adorers vex.
But fpoke their mind—but fpoke their mind.
Repenting now, fhe promis’d fair,
Wou’d he return—wou’d he return.
She ne’er again would give him care.
Or caufe him mourn—or caufe him mourn.
Why lov’d I thee, deferving fwain!
Yet ftill thought fhame—yet Bill thought fhame
When he my yielding heart did gain,
To own my flame—to own my flame ?
Why took I pleafure to torment
And feem too coy—and feem too coy P
Which makes me now, alas! lament
My flighted joy—my flighted joy.
Ye fair, while beauty’s in it’s fpring,
Own your defire—own your defire;
While love’s young pow’r wi’ his foft wing
Fans up the fire—fans up the fire;
O! do not with a filly pride,
Or low defign—or low defign,
Refufe to be a happy bride.
But anfwer kind—but anfwer kind.
Thus the fair mourner wail’d her crime
With flowing eyes—with flowing eyes.
Glad Jamie heard her all the time
Withfweet furprife—with fweet furprife;
Some God had led him to the grove.
His mind unchang’d—his mind unchang’d.
Flew to her arms and cry’d, my love,
I am reveng’d—I am reveng’d!