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THE LASS 0' PATIE'S MILL.
Allan Ramsay.
The lass o' Patie's mill,
Sae bonnie, blythe, and gay,
In spite of a' my skill
She stole my heart away.
When teddin out the hay
Bare-headed on the green.
Love 'mid her locks did play.
And wanton'd in her een.
Without the help of art,
Like flowers that grace the wild,
She did her sweets impart
Whene'er she spake or smiled :
Her looks they were so mild,
Free from affected pride,
She me to love beguiled ;
I wish'd her for my bride.
Oh, had I a' the wealth
Hopetoun's high mountains fill,
Insured lang life and health,
And pleasure at my will ;

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