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SONGS OP THE ArPECTIONS. 33
I wist not what ail'd me
When my laddie cam' in;
The little wee sternies
Flew aye frae my een ;
And the sweat it dropp'd down
From my very ee-bree ;
For my heart aye play'd
Dunt, dunt, dunt, pittie, pattie,
I wist not what ail'd me
When I went to my bed ;
I toss'd and I tumbled,
And sleep frae me fled.
Now it's sleeping and waking
He's aye in my ee ;
And my heart aye plays
Duntj dunt, dunt, pittie, pattie.
MARY SCOTT, THE FLOWEE OF YARROW.
Allan Ramsay. From the " Tea-Table Miscellany."
Happy's the love which meets return,
"When in soft flames souls equal burn ;
But words are wanting to discover
The torments of a hopeless lover.
Ye registers of heaven, relate,
If looking o'er the rolls of fate,
Did you there see me mark'd to marrow
Mary Scott, the flower of Yarrow ?
Ah, no ! her form's too heavenly fair,
Her love the gods above must share ;
While mortals with despair explore her,
And at a distance due adore her,
lovely maid ! my doubts beguile,
Revive and bless me with a smile ;
Alas ! if not you'll soon debar a
Sighing swain the banks of Yarrow.
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