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Onfess thy love, fair blushing maid,

for since thine eve’s consenting,

Thy safter thoughts are a' betray’d,

and sa-says no worth tenting.

Why aims thou to oppose thy mind,

with words thy wish denying;

Since Nature made thee to be kind,

reason allows complying.

Nature and Reason’s joint consent,

make love a sacred blessing,

Then happily that time is spent,

that’s war’d on kind caressing.

Come then my Katie to my arms.

I'll be nae mair a rover;

But find out heav'n in a' thy charms,

and prove a faithful lover.

.) What you design, by Nature’s law,

is fleeting inclination.

Then Willy-Wisp beguiles us a'

by its infatuation

When that goes out, caresses tire,

and love’s nae mair in season,

weakly we blow up the fire,

with all our boasted reason.