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The GENTLE SHEPHERD. 21
-Yet tauntingly (he at her coufin fpeer'd,
Gif (he could tell what tune I play'd, and fneer'd,
Flocks wander where ye like, I dinna care ;
I'll brak my reed, and never whittle mair.
Pat. E'en do lae, Roger, wha can help mi (luck,
Saebiens (he be fie a thrawn-gabbat chuck r
Yonder's a craig : iince ye ha'e tint all houp,
Gae til't your ways, and tak the lover's loup.
Rot. I need namak fie fpeed my blood to fpill;
I'll warrant death come foon enough a- will.
Pat. Daft gowk! leave affthat filly whinging way
Seem carelefs, there's my hand ye'll win the day.
Hear how I ferv'd my lafs I loe as weel
As ye do Jenny, and wi' heart as led.
Lail morning I was gay and early out,
Upon a dyke I kan'd, glowring about :
I faw my Meg come linking o'er the lee ;
I faw my Meg, but Meggy faw nae me ;
For yet the fun was wading through the mill:,
And (he was clofe upon me ere (he wift :
Her coats were kiltit, and did fweetly (haw
Her ftraight bare legs that whiter were than fnaw;
Her cockernony fnoded irp fu (leek ;
Her haffet locks hang waving on her cheek ;
Her cheeks fae ruddy, ?.nd her een fae clear ;
And ! her mouth's like ony hinny-pear.

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