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( 8 ) Time flies ſwift, and will away, time that's ever on the wings, Doubting and ſuſpence at beſt, lovers late repentance coaſt; Let us eager to be bleſt, ſeize occaſion ere 'tis loſt.

A NEW SONG.

Dream'd a dream laſt night, God keep us a' frae ſorrow: I dream'd I pu'd the birk fae green wi' my true love on Yarrow.

I'll read your dream my ſiſter dear, I'll tell you a' your ſorrow; You pu'd the birk wi' your true love; he's kill'd, he's kill'd on Yarrow

O gentle wind, that bloweth ſouth to where my love repaireth, Convey a kiſs from his dear mouth, and tell me how he fareth!

But o'er yon glen run armed men, have wrought me dole and ſorrow. They've ſlain, they've ſlain the comlieſt he bleeding lies on Yarrow.(ſwain

FINIS.