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Nae blrns, brier, or breckens, gave trouble to me*
If I found the berries right ripen'd for thee.
Peggy.
When thou ran, or wreflled, or putted the ftane,
And came afF the viftor, my heart was ay fain :
Thy ilka fport manly gave pleafure to me ;
For nane can put, wreftle, or run fvvift as thee.
Patie.
Our "Jenny fings faftly the Coioden Broom-Know^
And Rofie lilts fweetly the Milking the eivs 5.
There's few Jenny Nettles like Nanjy can fing,
At Throw the wood laddie, Befs gars our lugs ring :'■
But when my dear Peggy fings with better skill,
The Boat man, Tweed/ide, or the Lafs of the mill,
'T is many times fweeter and pleafing to me ;
For tJio' they fing nicely, they cannot like thee.
Peogy.
How eafy can laftes trow what they defire ?
And praifes fae kindly increafes love's fire ;
Give me ftill this pleafure, my ftudy fhall be
To make myfelf better and fweeter for thee.
SANG XI. By the delicious tvarmnefs of thy mouth.
Sung by Patie and Peggy, p. 32.
Printed in the Pastoral, and in this Mis-
cellany, Vol. L Page 75.
SANG XII. Happy Clown.
Sung by Sir William, p. 35.
HI D from himfelf, now by the dawn*
He Harts as frefh as rofes blawn,
And ranges o'er the heights and lawny
After his blccting flocks.
K. 6 Health-

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