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But spare to speak, and spare to speeti;
She'll aiblins listen to my vow :
Should she refuse, I'll lay my dead
To her twa. een sae bonnie blue.
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SHE iAYS SHE LO'ES ME BEST OE A'
[By BuEKS.]
Tune — Onagh's water-Jail.
Sae flaxen were her ringlets.
Her eye-brows of a darker hue,
Bewitehingly o'er-arching
Twa laughing een o' bonnie blue.
Her smiling sae wyling.
Wad make a wretch forget his woe|
What pleasure, what treasure.
Unto these rosy lip& to grow :
Such was my Chloi'is' bonnie face.
When first her bonnie face I saw^
And ay my Chloris' dearest charm^
She says she lo'es nte best of a'.
Like harmony her motion ;
Her pretty ancle is a spy
^etrayingv fair proportion.
Wad make a saint forget the sky.
^ae warming, sae charming.
Her fau'tless form and gracefu* air;
Ilk feature — auld Nature
Declar'd that' she could dbnae mair;
Her's are the willing chains o' love.
By conquering beauty's sovereign law :
And ay my Chloris' dearest charm^
She says she lo'es me best of a'.