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DONALD.
Then I'm thy man, and falfe report
Has only told a lie, Jenny,
To try thy truth, and make us fport.
The tale was rais'd by me, Jenny.
JENNY.
When this ye prove, and flill can fove.
Then come awa' witli me, Donald %
I'm we'll content ne'er to repent
That 1 have fmii'd on thee, Donald.
NOW wat ye wha I met yedreen,
Coming down the ftreet, my jo ?
My miftrefs in her tartan fcreen,
Fow bonny, braw and fweet, my jo.
My dear, quoth I, thanks to the night.
That never wifht a lover ill ;
Since ye're out of your mither's fight.
Let's take a wauk up to the hill.
O Katy, wiltu gang wi' me.
And leave the dinfome town a while ;
The blolTom's fprouting frae the tree.
And a' the fummer's gawn to fiiiile :■
The mavis, nightingale and lark.
The bleating lambs and whiftling hynd,
In ilka dale, green fliaw and park,
. Will nouriih health, and glad yer mind,
Soon as the clear goodman of day , ^
Bends his morning draught of dew, , ^g;
We'll gae to fome burn-fide and play.
And gather flow'rs to busk your brow.
We'll pou the daifies on the green,
The lucken gowans frae the bog :
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