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4 2 The GENTLE SHEPHERD,
B AU LDT his lam.
WHat's this I canna bear't! its war than
hell,
To be fae brunt wi' love, yet darna tell!
Peggy, fweeter than the dawning day,
Sweeter than gowany glens, or new-mawn hay;
Blyther than lambs that frifk out o'er the knows,
Straighter than ought that in the foreft grows :
.Her een the cleareft blob of dew outfhines;
The lily in her bread it beauty times.
Herlegs, herarms, hercheeks, her mouth her een,
Will be my dead, that will be fhortly feen!
For Patelooes her,— -wae's me i and The looesPa-tej
And I wi' Neps, by fome unlucky fate,
Made a daft vow; — O but ane be a beaft
That maks rafli aiths till he's afore the prieft!
1 darna fpeak my mind, elfe a' the three,
But doubt, watd prove ilk ane my enemy.
Its fair to thole; -I'll try fome witchcraft art,
To break wi' ane, and win the other's heart.
Here Maufy lives; a witch, that for fma' price
Can call her cantrips, and gi' me advice.
She can o'ercaft the night, and cloud the moon,
And mak the deils obedient to her crune.
At midnight hours^ o'er the "kirk -yards (he raves,

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