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i?8 A G G L L E C T I O N
SONG CXCVI.
Bide ye yet.
GIN I had a wee houfe, and a canty wf e fire^
A bonny wee wife to praife and admire,
A bonny wee yardy afide.a wee burn,
Farewel to the bodies Uia£yam,mer .ajid mourn.
And bide ye yet. ^d bid-e ye y€t.
Ye little ken what may betide. y.^u yet, j
Some bonny wee body may be mylof,
And Vi\ ay be canty wi' thinking o't.
When I gang afie'd, and conje hame at eleiig
I'll get my wee wafe fou neat and to\^ clesm.
And a bonny wee ba,irnie upon her-kne€,
That will cry papa or daddy to nae.
And bide ye yet, &c.
And if there fiiould happen «ver to be
A difFVence a'tween my wee wifie and «»e^
In hearty good humour, altho' ftie be tea2t'd,
I'll kifs her, and clap her, until fliei be ple^^di
And bide ye yet, &c.
S N G CXCVII,
WHILE penfive on the lonely p;laJn,
Far from the fight of her I love.
To the clear dream I teii my pain,
And figh my piiffion to the grove.
Echo, fweet Goddefs of the wood.
From all thy cells refound my care ;
And Forth, along thy filv^r flood.
Convey my murmurs to the fair.
Tell her, O tell the charming maid,
In vain the featherM warblers iim i