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WAT TE WHA I MET TESTREEN?
Now wat ye wha I met yeftreeri.
Coming thro* the broom, my Jo ?
My miftrefs, in her tartan fcreen,
Fu* bonnie, braw, and fvveet, my Jo j
My dear, quoth I, thanks to the night
That never wifh’d a lover ill,
Since ye’re out of your mither’s fight*
Let
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s tak a wank up to the hill.
Soon as the clear good-man of day
Bends his morning draught of dew,
We’ll gae to fomeburn fide and play,
And gather flowers to bulk ye’r brow j
We’ll pu’ the daifies on the green,
The lucken gowans frae the bog ;
Between hands now and then we’ll lean,
And fport upon the velvet fog.
There’s up into a pleafant glen,
A wee piece frae my father’s tow’r,
A canny, faft, and flow’ry den,
Where circling birks have form’d a bow’r :
Whene’er the fun grows high and warm.
We’ll to that cauler fhade remove ;
There will I lock thee in my arms.
And love and kifs, and kifs and love.
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