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A gentler face and silk attire,
A lady rich in beauty's blossom,
Alake, poor me will now conspire
To steal thee from thy Peggy's bosom.
No more the shepherd who excell'd
The rest, whose wit made them to wonder,
Shall now his Peggy's praises tell ; —
Oh, I can die, but never sunder !
Ye meadows where we often stray'd.
Ye banks where we were wont to wander.
Sweet-scented rocks round which we play'd.
You'll lose your sweets when we're asunder.
Again, ah, shall I never creep
Around the knowe, with silent duty,
Kindly to watch thee while asleep.
And wonder at thy manly beauty ?
Hear, heaven, while solemnly I vow,
Though thou shouldst prove a wand'ring lover,
Through life to thee I. shall prove true,
Nor be a wife to any other.
Allan Ramsay. From the " Tea-Table Miscellany,"
Though for seven years and mair honour should reave me
To fields where cannons rair, thou needsna grieve thee ;
For deep in my spirit thy sweets are indented.
And love shall preserve aye what love has imprented.
Leave thee, leave thee ! I'll never leave thee.
Gang the warld as it will, dearest, believe me !
Johnny, I'm jealous, whene'er ye discover
My sentiments yielding, yell turn a loose rover ;
An' nought in the world would vex my heart sairer.
If you prove inconstant, and fancy ane fairer.
Grieve me, grieve me, oh, it wad grieve me,
A' the long night and day, if you deceive me !

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