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OF C HOI GE SONGS. 269
I grunt, and I pine, and I fob like a fwine,
Becaule you're fo cruel, becaufe youVe fo cruel j
No reft I can take, and, afleep or awake,
I dream of my jewel, i dream of my jewel.
Your hate, then, give over, nor Paddy your lover
So qruelly handle, fo cruelly handle ;
Or Paddy muft die, lik^ a pig in a fty.
Or fnuff of a candle, or fnufF of a candle.
SONG CCXCIX.
When Summer comes, the Swains on Tweed, &c,
WHEN fummer comes, the fwains on Tweed,
Sing their fuccefsful loves j
Around the ewes and lambkins feed.
And mulic fills the groves :
But my lov'd fong is then the broom,
So fair on Coudenknows.
For, fure, fo foft, fo fweet a bloom,
Elfe where there never grows.
O the broom, the bonny, bonny broom,
The broom on Coudenki.ows,
For, fure, fo fofr, fo fweet ^ bloom,
Elfewhere there never grows.
There Colin tun'd his oaten reed,
And won my yielding heart ;
No Ihepherd e'er that dwelt on Tweed
Could play with half fuch art.
He fang of Tay, of Forth, and Glide,
The hills and dales all round.
Of Leader's haughs and Leader's fide,
O how I blefs'd the found !
O the broom, &c.
Not Tivlot's braes, fo green and gay.
May with this broom compare ^
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