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Saft through the green birks I sta' to my jewel,
Streik'd on spring's carpet aneath the saugh tree !
Think na, dear lassie, thy Willie's been cruel,,—
Ha me mohatel na dousku me.
Wi'luve's warm sensations I've marl ed your impatience,
Lang hid 'mang the brakens I watch'd your black ee. —
You're no sleeping, paAvkie Jean ! open thae lovely
een !
Ha me mohatel na dousku me.
Bright is the whin's bloom ilk green know adorning I
Sweet is the primrose bespangled wi' dew !
Yonder comes Peggy to welcome May morning !
Dark waves her haffet Ipcks owre her white brow !
O ! light ! light she's dancing keen on the smooth
gowany green,
Barefit and kilted half up to the knee I
While Jeanie is sleeping still, I'll rin and sport my
fill,—
I was asleep, and ye've waken'd me !
I'll rin and whirl her round ; Jeanie is sleeping sound;
Kiss her frae lug to lug ; nae ane can see !
Sweet ! sweet's her hinny mou ! — Will, I'm no sleep-
ing now,
I was asleep, but ye waken'd me.
Laughing till like to di'ap^ SAvith to my Jean I lap,
Kiss'd her ripe roses and blest her black ee !
And ay since Vv-hane'er we meet, sing, for the sound
is sweet.
Ha me mohatel na dousku me. ^
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