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Continued,
Fair Jenny raife, pat on her claife,
Syne tuned her voice to fing;
She fang fae fweet, wi* notes complect,
Gard a' the echoes ring;
And a' the males lay by their flails,
And dance moft merrily;
And blefs the hour that fhe had power
To fhake the peafe_ftrae.
Tie mufing fwain difturb'd in brain,
Faft to her arms he flew,
And' ftrave a while, then wi' a. fmiU,
Sweet Jenny red in hue,
She faid right aft, I think ye're doit,
That tempts a Jaffie fae;
Ye'll do me wrang, prav let me gang,
And fhake the peafe_{tra?.
My heart, faid he, fair woundc-d be,
For thee, my Jenny fair;
Without a jeft, I g-et nae reft,
My bed it proves a fn:u
Thy image fine, prefents me fyne,
And takes a' reft me frae;
And while I dream, in your efteero
You reckon me your fae.
Which is a fign ye will be mine,
Dear Jenny fay nae na;
But foon comply, or elfe I die,
Sae tell me but a flaw,
If you can love, for none above
Thee 1 can fancy fae,
I would be bleft if I but wift,
That you would fhake my ftrae.
Then Jenny (mild, faid,youre beguilH.
I canna fancy thee;
My minnybauld, fhe would me fcaftld,
Sae dinna die for n*e
But yet I own. I am near grown,
A woman; fir.ee its fae, ,
I'll marry thee, f, re you'll get me
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