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I thought upon the banka o' Coil,
I thought upon my Nancy,
1 thought upon her witching fniile
That caught my youthful fancy.
At length I rcach'd the bonny glen,
Where early Lfe I fported,
I paft the mill, and tryfting thorn,
Where Nancy aft I courted.
Wha fpied I but mine ain dear maid
Down by her mother's dwelling !
And turn'd me round to hide the flood
That in my een was fwelling.
Wi' alter'd voice, quo' I, fweet lafs,
Sweet as yon hawthorn bloifom,
O ! happy, happy may he be,
That's deareft to thy bofom.
My purfe is light, I've far to gang,
Fain wad I be thy lodger ;
I've ferv'd my King and country lang,
Take pity on a Soldier.
Sae willfully me gaz'd on me,
And lovelier grew than ever ;
Q^uo' {he, a Soldier ance I lo'ed,
Forget him I mail never :
Our humble cot, and hamcly fare,
Ye freely mall partake it,
That gallant badge, the dear cockade,
You're welcome for the fake oh.
She gaz'd — (he reddcn'd like a rofe — — -
Syne pale like onylily,
She fank within mine arms, and cried.
Art thou mine ain dear Willie ?