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Breafts fifing in their Dawn
To Age it would give Youth
To prefs them with his Hand
Thro’ all my Spirits ran
An Extacy of Blifs
When I fuch Sweetnefs faund
Wrapt in a balmy Kifs.
Without the help of Art
Like Flow’rs which grace theWild
She did her Sweets impart
When e’er fhe fpoke or finil’d
Her Looks they were fo mild
Free from affected Pride
She me to Love beguil’d*
I wifh’d her for my Bride .

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Our Flocks feeding clofe by bis Side;
As he gently prefsed my Hand •,
I view’d the wide World in its Pride,
And laugh’d at the Pomp of Command;
My Dear he wou’d oft to me fay.
What makes you hard hearted to me
Or why do you thus turn away
From him who is dying for thee:
Sac merry as we twa hae been kc.
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But now he is far from my Sight
Perhaps a new Miftrcfs may prove
Which makes me lament Day & Night
That ever I granted him Love
At E ve when the reft of the Folk
Were merrily feated to fpin
1 fat myfelf under that Oak
And heavily fighed for him
Sae merry as we twa hae been &c:
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As lang as e’er they pleafe.
Seem caulder than the Seas
While inwardly they bleez;
But I will frankly fnaw my Mind
And yield my Heart to thee
Be ever to the Captive kind
That langs na to be free.
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Among the new mawn Hay
With Sangs and Dancing keen
We’ll pafs the Heartfome Day
At Night if Beds be o’erthrang laid
And thou be twin’d of thine
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You vow’d the Light fhou'd Darknefs turn, For you delighted I cou’d die.
E’er you’d exchange your Love, But ah with Grief Pm fill’d,
In Shades let now Creation mourn, To think poor cred’lous conltant I,
JyIvanderfaithlefs prove: Should by your fcorn he kill’d.
Was it for this I credit gave But what avails my fad Complaint,
To ev’ry Oath you fwore l While you my.Caufe negledt
But ah 11 find they molt deceive, My wailing inward Sorrow vent,
Who molt our Charms adore . Without the wifh’d Effedt.
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The Practice of Mankind • Her Head upon her Hand ,
Alas I fee it -—t— but too late ' She found her vital Spirits fail,
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Yes for your fake neglected Heav’n The heavy Hand of Death Hie felt
And hugg’d you into Hate . 1_ And ligh’d her Soul to Hcav’n .

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Like this your lively Bloom will fade.
As that will ftrip the verdant Shade,
Our Tafte forPleafure then is o’er
The feather’d Songfters charm no more
And when they droop and we decay
Adieu the Birks ofEndermay.

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Now BeJsy'S Hair is like a Lint Tap,
She fmiles like a May Morning,
When Phoebus ftarts frae Thetis Lap,
The Hills with Rays adorning
White is her Neck, faft Is her Hand,
Her Wafte and Feet fa genty
With ilka Grace £he can command
Her Lips I vow they’re dainty.
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Her Eyes like Diamonds Glances,
She’s ay fae clean,redd up 8c braw,
She kills whene’er £he dances
Blyth as a Kid, with Wit at Will,
She blooming tight and tall is
And guides her Air fa gracefu’ Rill
O Jirvel fhe’s like thy Pallas.

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Ye unco fair opprefs us
Our Fancies jee between you twa
Ye are 11c bonny Lafses-,
Wae’s me for baith 1 canna get.
To ane by Law we’re ftinted
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Beneath a cooling Shade we lay,'
Gazing, and chaftly fporting,
We kifs’d and pro mif’d Time away,
’Till Night fpread her black Curtain ,
I pitied all beneath the Skies
Ev’n Kings,when the was nigh me.
In Raptures I beheld her Eyes
Which could but ill deny me.
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Should I be call’d where Cannons roar,
Where mortal Steel may wound me.
Or caft upon fome foreign Shore/
Where Dangers may furround me
Yet hopes again,to fee my Love,
To Ifeaft on glowing Rifles,
Shall make my Cares at diltance move
* In ProfpecT of fuch Bliffcs.
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To let a Rival enter;
Since She excells in ev’ry Grace,
In her my Lpve fhall center-.
Sooner the Seas fhall cease to flow
Their Waves the Alps fhall cover.
On Greenland Ice,fhall Rofes grow.
Before I ceafe to love her.
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The next time I go o’er the Moor,
She fhall a Lover find me.
And that my Faith is firm and pure,
Tho’ I left her behind me;
Then Hy metisTacred Bonds fhall chain.
My Heart to her fair Bofom,.
There, while my Being does remain,
My Love more frefh fhall hloffom ,
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No Beauty new my Love fhall hinder.
Nor Time, nor Place, (hall ever change,
My Vows, tho» we’re oblig’d to funder.
The Image of thy graceful Air,
And Beauties which invites our wonder.
Thy lively Wit, and Prudence rare.
Shall flUlbe prefent tho’ we funder.

Dear Nymph believe thy Swain in this,

You’ll ne’er engage a Heart that’s kinder;
Then feal a Proinifc with a Kifs
Always to love me tho’ we funder
Ye Gods take Care of my dearLafs,
That as I leave her I may find her,
When that bleft Time (hall come to pals.
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Awake and ^oin the vocal Throng, ’Tis Beauty fires the ravilh’d Throng*,

Who hail theMdrning with a Song: And Love infpires the melting Song:

Toi fra/Miy raife the chearful Lay,
O bid her hafte and come away;
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In fweeteft fmiles herfelf adorn.
And add new Graces to the Morn,
Then let my raptur’d Notes arife,
For Beauty darts from* Eyes ;
And Love my riling Bofom warms.
And fills my Soul with fwreet alarms.

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Come, while the Mufe this Wreath fhall twine
Around that modcft: Browr of thine •
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That Beauty blooming like the Spring
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That Day £he fmilM and made me glad ,
No Maid feem’d ever kinder;
I thought myfelf the luckieft Lad,
So fweetly there to find her.
I try’d to footh my am’rous Flame,
In Words that I thought tender,
If more there pafs’d I’m not to blame,
I meant not to offend her.
Yet now fhe fcornful flees the Plain
The Fields we then frequented.
If e’er we meet, Ihe fhewrs difdain,
She looks as ne’er acquainted;
The bonny Bufh bloom’d fair in May -
Its fweets I’ll ay remember ,
But nowr her Frowns make it decay,
It fades as in December .

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Then let her Smiles relieve me:
If not my Love will turn Difpair,
My Paflion no more tender,-
I’ll leave the Bu£h aboon Traquair .
To lonely Wilds I’ll wander.
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I wafli’d and patch’d to make me look.provoking
Snares that they told me wou’d catch the Men>
And on my Head a huge Commode fat cocking,
"Which made me (hew as tall agen\
For a new Gown too I paid muekle Money,
Which with golden Flowers did thine;
My Love well might think me gay k bonny.
No Scotch Lafs was e’er fo fine.
• My Petticoat I fpotted,
Fringktoo with Thread I knotted >
Lace Shoos & filken Hofe garter’d over Knee;
But oh ! the fatal thought.
To tW//y thefe are nought
Who rid to Towns and rifled withDragoones,
When he filly Loon might have plunder’d me.
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And a’ the Summer’s gawn to fmile,
The Mauls, Nightingale and Lark
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Soon as the clear Goodman of Day,
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We’ll gae to fome Burnfide& play
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We’ll pow theDayfes on the Green,
The lucken Gowans trae the Bog
Between Hands now 2c then we’ll lean
And fport upo’ the velvet Fog

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There’S up into a pleafant Glen,
A wee Place frae my Father’s Towjt
A eanny faft and flow*ry Den
Which circlingBirks have form’d aBow’r
Whene’er the Sun graws high and warms
We’ll to the cooler Shades remove
There will I lock thee in mine Arms
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When I, am id ft the rural Throng,
On -Fbrf/jfllrMead-ows breath’d my Lays ,
And jl£V/p!rChinns were all my Song;
While Ihe was prefent all were gay
No Sorrow did our Mirth allay.
We fung of Pleafure fung of Love
And Mufick breath’d in ev’ry Grove
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0 then was I the happieft Swam .
No adverfe Fortune marr’d my Joy,
The Shepherds figh’d for her in vain.
On me the fmil’d, to them was coy;
O'zrJTcrtbrfs mazy Banks we ftray’d,
1 woo’d, I lov’d the beauteous Maid,
The beauteous Maid my Love return’d
And both with equal Ardour burn’d.
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Oft in the graffy Bank reclin’d
'VfheveFo-rtb flow’d by in Murmurs deep
It was my happy Chance to find
The charming Aio/Iy lull’d afleep;
j My Heart then leap’d with inward Blifs.
I foftly ftoop’d and ftole a Kifs;
| She wak’d,fhe blufh’d,to chide me fell,
But fmil’d as if fhe lik’d it w ell.
Oft in the thick embow’ring Grove
Where Birds their Mufick chirp’d aloud
Alternately we fung our Loves,
And Fortbas fair Meanders view’d, ■
The Meadow's wore a gen’ral Smile
Love was our Banquet all the while
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To w here the Ocean met the Sky.

Ye Silvan Pow’rs,ye rural Gods,

To whom we Swains our Cares impart
Keftore me to thefe bleft Abodes;
And eafe, Oh 1 eafe my Lovefick Heart,
Thefe happy Days again reftore
When Moll and I fhall part no more
When fhe fhall fill thefe longing Arms
And crown my Blifs with all her Charms ,
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No I’ll ne’er give over
'Till I happy he;
For lince Love infpires me
As her Beauty fires me
And her abfence tires me
Nought can pleafe but She:
When I hope to gain her
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Cou’d I but obtain her
Happy wou’d I be ;
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Blefs, figh, and adore her I
With faint Looks implore her
'Till fhe pity me.
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Attend myA^w^.ye Gods,while I,
Breathe in the bleft Britannia,
None’s Happinefs 1 (hall envy.
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^Tiich no unworthy Thought cou’d ftain
Send home my harmlefs Heart again
I "WTich no unworthy Thought cou’d ftain,
But if it has been taught by thine
To forfeit both
Ifs Word and Oath,
Keep it for then’tis none of mine.

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That I may fee, and know thy Lyes;
Yet fend me home my Heart and Eyes,
That I may fee and know thy Lyes;
J That I one Day may laugh when thou
Shall grieve for one
Thy Love will fcorn
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The Warblers are heard in the Grove,
The Linnet, the Lark, and the Thrulh,
The Black Bird and fweet cooing Dove
Wit^Mulick enchant ev’ry Bulh
Gome let us go forth to the Mead,
Let us fee how the Primrofes fpring
We’ll lodge in fome Village on Tweed
And love while the feather’d Flocks ling.
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T)oQsJVfary not ’tend a few Sheep f*
Do they never carelelly ftray
While happily Ihe lies alleep ?
Tweed’s Murmurs Ihould lull her to Reft,
Kind Nature indulging my Blifs;
To relieve the foft Pains of my Breaft
I’d fteal an Ambrolial Kifs.

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’Tis Ihe does all Virgins excell.
No Beauty with her may compare
Love’s Graces all round her do dwell,
She’s faireft where Thoufands are fair-.
Say Charmer, where do thy Flocks ftray.
Oh 1 tell me at Noon where they feed
Shall I feek them on fweet winding Tay
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Some envy’d the Nymph,but more envy’d the Swain;
Some fwore rtwould be pity their Loves to invade,
That the Lovers alone,for each other were made.
But all have confented, that none ever knew
A Nymph,yet fo kind,or a Shepherd fo true.

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What either did want,he bid either to move.
But they Wanted nothing, but ever to love ;
Said’twas all that to blefs thein,his Godhead could do
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