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OR, CALEDONIAN WARBLER. 119
I press'd her gently to my breast,
And In my arms did fauld her,
The crimson blush spread owre her cheek,
When a' my love 1 tald her ;
Ah ! Jessie dear, I love thee true,
My honour I'll ne'er stain, love,
But happy wad I think mysel',
Could I ca' thee my ain, love.
Sae modestly she listened to
The loving vows I plighted,
She hung her head, she blush'd and said,
My love she ne'er wad slight it.
Too fast the time flew owre our heads.
That night as we were roamin' ;
I took her hame, and trysted her
To meet next night at gloarain'. iS.
OUR BONNY SCOTS LADS.
Our bonny Scots lads, in their green tartan plaids.
Their blue-belted bonnets, and feathers sae braw,
Rank'd up on the green were fair to be seen,
But my bonny young laddie was fairest of a'.
His cheeks were as red as the sweet heatherrbell.
Or the red western cloud looking down on ihe
snaw.
His lang yellow hair o'er his braid shoulders fc 11,
And the een o' the lasses were fix d on him a =