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A Laſs that was laden’d with care,

ſat heavily under yon thorn,

I liſten'd a while for to hear,

when thus ſhe began for to mourn:

Whene'er my dear ſhepherd was here,

the birds did melodiouſly ſing.

And cold nipping Winter did wear

a face that reſembled the Spring!

Sae merry as we twa hae been,

See merry as we twa hae been,

My heart it is like for to break,

When I think on the days we have ſeen,

Our flocks feeding cloſe by his ſide,

he gently preſſing my hand.

I view'd the wide world in its pride,

and laugh'd at the pomp of command!

My dear, he would oft to me ſay.

what makes you hard-hearted to me?

Oh! why do you turn away

from him who is dying for thee?

Sae merry, &c.

But now he is far from my ſight;

Perhaps a deceiver may prove,

Which makes me lament day and nights,

that ever I granted my love

At eve, when the reſt of the folk

were merrily ſeated to ſpin,