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VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 77
Without the help of art,
Like flow'rs which grace the wild,
Her fweets me did impart,
Whene'er me fpoke or fmil'd
Her looks, they were fo mild,
Free from affected pride,
She me to love beguil'd ;
I wifh'd her for my bride.
O i had I all that wealth
Hoptouns high mountains fill,
In fur'd long life and health,
And pleafure at my will ;
I'd promife, and fulfil,
That none but bonny Ihe,
The lafs of Peatie's mill,
Should (hare the fame with me,

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