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Therefore nae mair with art pretend
Your heart is chained to mine, Donald^
For words of falsehood ill defend
A roving love like thine, Donald.
First when you courted, I must own
I frankly favour'd you, Donald ;
Apparent worth, and fair renown.
Made me believe you true, Donald.
Ilk virtue then seem'd to adorn
The man esteem'd by me, Donald ;
But now, the mask fall'n aff, I scorn
To ware a thought on thee, Donald.
And now, for ever, had awa.
Had awa frae me, Donald ;
Gae seek a heart that's like your ain.
And come nae mair to me, Donald ;
For I'll reserve mysell for ane.
For ane that's liker me, Donald ;
If sic a ane I canna find,
I'll ne'er lo'e man, nor thee, Donald.
DONALD.
Then I'm thy man, and false report
Has only tald a lie, Jenny ;
To try thy truth, and make us sport.
The tale was rais'd by me, Jenny.
JENNY.
^\1ien this ye prove, and still can love.
Then come awa to me Donald ;
I'm weel content ne'er to repent
That I hae smil'd on thee, Donald.

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