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 Her arms white, round, and smooth,

Breasts rising in their dawn

To age it would give youth,

to press them with his han’

Through all my spirits ran

An ecstacy of bliss

When I such sweetness fand,

wrapt in a balmy kiss.

Without the help of art,

like flowers which grace the wild.

Her sweet she did impart.

Whene’er she spoke or smil’d

Her looks they were so mild,

free from affected pride.

She me to love beguil d.

I wish’d her for my bride.

O! had I a’ the wealth

Hopetoun's high mountains hill,

Insur'd long life and health,

and pleasures to my will.

I’d promise and fulfil.

that none but bonnie she

The lass of Pane's Mill

should share the same with me,

Ca’ the yewes to the knowes,

Ca’ them whare the heathergrows,