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OF CHOICE SONGS. U$
When we had gang'd the braes a while,
He faid to me, my dow.
May I not fit upon this IHle
And kifs your bonny mon'.
Kind Sir, ye are a wee mifta'en,
For I am nane of thefe,
I hope ye fome mair breeding ken ^
Than ruffle laffes clttiths.
The lad was check'd, and vow'd to feek
Young Jane wi' blythfome brow,
She'd let him clafp about her neck,
And kifs her bonny mou'. ' .
I caM him then proud> hearted fwain.
And laith to be faid na}',
A fonfy thought he ftarted then,
And nam'd the wedding day.
He's braw and blithe, I lik'd him weel-,
Nor frown upon him now,
Tho' bolder grown, his vows to feal,
He kifs'd my bonny mou'.
SONG CGXCIII.
JefTy ; or April Day.
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Sung at Vauxhall,
XI 7KILE the bee files from blolTom to blo^jm an4
And my Jefly looks b'jxom and gay.
Let me hang on her neck, and tatte from her lips^
All the fvveeis of an April day.
The fhepherd his flock, the ruflic his plow,
The farmer with joy views his hay.
And Jefly, my ch inner, when milking her eow^
Sings the fweets of an April daf.