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me I'll fee the day that fhe'll repine un_Iefs ihe does agree. O
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And yet fhe is a charming quine,
She's juft o'er meikle fpice
I'll fee the day that fhe'll be mine,
For I'm nae very nice.
I loot the lafsie tak' her will,
An ftand upo her fhanks,
The day may come whan 1 will fpoil
Her bonny faucy pranks.'
Wi' my Tirry fee .
I laid my head upo' my loof,
I did na' care a ftrae,
1 ken'd fow weel that in a joof
Stand lang fhe wad na fae.
At laft a blythfome lafs did cry,
Come Sandy gies a fang, .
O now meg dorts I'll fairly try
Your heart ftrings for to twang.
Wi' a Tirry &c.
The lafsie s pride it cou'd na laft,
I fang wi' meikle glee.
Until at laft fhe fairly caft,
Upo me a fheeps ee.
A hai thinks I, my bonnie lafs,
Hae ye laid by your pride.
, You're bonnier now than eer you was,
. And ye fall be my bride.
Wi' your Tirry &c.
I ga'e the lafs a lovin' fquint,
That made her blufh fae red,
I faw fhe fairly took the hint,
Which made my heart fouglad
The bonnie lafs is a mine ain:
For we twa did agree,
Now ilka night fhe's unco fain,
For to lie doun wi' me.
We' her Tirry &c