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136 THE POCKET SONGSTERS
The last vesper notes o' the merl melt awa',
Fond echo repeats them wi' pith frae the shaw,
Whilst the night-breeze combinin' the scene to eiv
dear,
Diffuses the fragrance — the sweets o' the brier.
Yet vain a* thae charms sae inviting to me,
If thae bena shared, dearest lassie wi' thee ;
Then come to the bench 'neath the dark bour-tree
shade,
A screen frae the night-dews thou'lt find in my
plaid.
There, in love's artless language, I'll breathe the
fond strain,
O' a bosom as guileless, sweet lass, as thine ain,
And gladly resign a' that fortune can gie,
For ae heartnin' blink o' thy love-speakin' ee. G.
NOW BANK AN' BRAE.
Now bank an* brae are clad in green,
An' scattered cowslips sweetly spring ;
By Girvan's fairy -haunted stream
The birdies flit on wanton wing ;
By Cassillis' bank, e'ening fa's,
There let my Mary meet wi' me,
There catch her ilka glance o* love.
The bonny blink o' Mary's ee.

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