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Orpheus Caledonius. 37
How lo'e him on the Banks of Tweedy
That flew my Love on the Braes of Tarrow,
Tarrow Fields, may never, never Rain,
No Dew thy tender BlolToms cover.
For there was vilely kili'd my Love,
My Love as he had not been a Lover.
The Boy put on his Robes, his Robes of Green,
His purple Veft, 'twas my awn fewing.
Ah! wretched me, I little, Uttle knew,
He was in thefe to meet his Ruin.
The Boy took out his milk-white, milk-white Steed,
Unheedful of my Dole and Sorrow ;
But e'er the Toofal of the Night,
He lay a Corps on the Braes oi Tarrow.
Much I rejoic'd that woeful, woeful Day^
1 fung, my Voice the Woods returning ;
But lang e'er Night the Spear was flown,
That flew my Love, and left me mourning.
What can my barbarous, barbarous Father do,
But with his cruel Rage purfue me ?
My Lover's Blood is on thy Spear ;
Howxan'ft thou, barbarous, Man, then woo me ^
My happy Sifters may be, may be proud,
With cruel and ungentle Scoffing,
May bid me feck on Tarrow' % Braes,
My Lover nailed in his Ccifin,
My