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 5 Since the lovely are sleeping, go sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves o‘er the bed. Where thy mates of the garden lye scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow when friendships decay, And from love's shining circle the gems drop away; When true hearts are wither'd, and fond ones are flown, O who would inhabit this bleak world alone.

GUDE FORGIE ME FOR LIKIN'.

Ae day a braw wooer cam down the lang glen, And sair wi' his love he did cleave me- I said there was naething I hated like men, The deuce tak the lad to believe me, believe The deuce tak the lad to believe me. [me

He spak o' the darts o' my bonny black een, And vow'd for my love he was dying; I said he might die when he liked, for Jess,