Glen Collection of printed music > Printed text > Collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, tales, and songs > Volume 2

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My dear, quoth I, thanks to the night,
That never wish'd a lover ill.
Since ye're out of your mither's sight, -
Let's tak a wauk up to the Hill.
O Katy, wiltu' gang wi' me.
And leave the dinsome town a while ?
The blossom's sprouting frae the tree.
And a' the simmer's gaw'n to smile :
The mavis, nightingale, and lark.
The bleeting lambs, and whistling hind.
In ilka dale, green, shaw, and park.
Will nourish health, and glad your mind.
Soon as the clear goodman. of day
Does bend his morning draught of dew.
We'll gae to some burn-side and play.
And gather flowers to busk your browr
We'll pu' the daisies on the ^reen.
The lucken gowans frae the bog ;
Between hands now and then we'U lean..
And sport upo' the velvet fog..
There's up into a pleasant glen,
A wee piece frae my father's tow'r,
A canny, saft, and flow'ry den.
Where circling birks have form'd a bow'r ;
Whene'er the sun grows high and warm.
We'll to the cauler shade remove.
There will I lock thee in my arms.
And love and kiss, and kiss and love.