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Or wilt thou leave thy mammie's cot,
And learn to tent the farms wi' me ?
At barn nor byre thou shalt na drudge,
Or naething else to trouble thee ;
But stray amang the heather-bells,
And tent the waving corn wi' me.
Now what could artless Jeanie do ?
She had nae will to say him na:
At length she blush'd a sweet consent,
And love was aye between them twa.*
NANCY.
BURNS.
TuNE—r//e Quaker's Wife.
Thine am I, my faithful fair,
Thine, my lovely Nancy;
Every pulse along my veins.
Every roving fancy.
To thy bosom lay this heart,
There to throb and languish ;
Though despair had wrung its core,
That would heal its anguish.
Take away those rosy lips.
Rich with balmy treasure :
Turn away thine eyes of love.
Lest I die with pleasure.
* The heroine of this song was Miss Jean Macmurdo, of Dumfries, sis-
ter to the Miss Philadelphia Macmurdo, whom the poet has celebrated in so
many of his songs. It is proper, however, to remark, that the poet has not
painted her here in the rank she held iir life, but in the dress and character
of a cottager.
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