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20 The GENTLE SHEPHERD.
Daft are your dreams, as daftly wad you bide
Your well-feen love, and dorty Jenny's pride.
Talc courage, Roger, me your forrows tell,
And fafely think nane kens them but yourfel.
Rog. Indeed now, Patie, yeha'eguefs'do'er true^
•And there is naithing I'll keep up frae you;
Me, dotty Jenny looks upon a-fquint,
To {beak but till her I dare hardly mint.
In ilka place fiie jeers me air and late,
And gars me look bombaz'd, and unco blate.
But yefterday I met her 'yont a know,
She fled as frae a meily-coated kow ;
ohe Bauldy ]oes, Bauldy that drives the car ;
But geeks at me, and fays I fmell of tar.
Pat. But Bauldy loes not her, right well I wat %
Pie fighs for Neps: — Sae that may ftand for that*
Roa. I wifh I cou'd nae loo her:— but in vain;
I Hill maun do't, and thole her proud difdain.
My Bavyty is a cur I dearly like ;
Even while he fawn s d,fhe drake the poor dum tike.;
If I had lill'd a nook within herbreaft ?
She wad ha'e fhawn mair kindnefs to my beatL
When I begin to tune my flock and horn,
Wi' a' her face (lie maws a cauldrife fcorn.
Laft night I play 'd, (ye never heard fie fpite)
O'er Bogie was the fpring, and her delight $