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6 Her breast to bask, I'd violets pu', That blaw aboon the boggie, And blue bells hingin' wat wi' dew, Frae yonder glen sae foggie. Could I believe she'd woo wi' me, An' tak ine for her laddie, I'd aften slip out owre the lea, And row her in my plaidie.

I maun awa, I eanna stay, Should a' gang tapsalteerie; Should boggles meet me in the way, This night I'll see my dearie. I'll ben' the spence and dress a-wee, Wi' knots and bughts fu' gaudy, For I canna rest until I see Gin she'll come in my plaidie.

LOVE WAKES AND WEEPS.

Duet. Arranged by Parry. Written by Sir Walter Scott.

Love wakes and weeps While Beauty sleeps! O for Music's softest numbers, To prompt a theme, For Beauty's dream, Soft as the pillow of her slumbers !

Through groves of palm, Sigh gales of balm, Fire flies on the air are wheeling; While through the gloom Comes soft perfume, The distant beds of flowers revealing O wake and live ! No dream can give A shadowed bliss the real excelling; No longer sleep, From lattice peep, And list the tale that Love is telling.