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                       (  4  ) Every look with love inspires me, every touch my bosom warms ; Every meeting, transports, fires me, every joy is in thy arms.

Those dear eyes how soft they languish, feel my heart with rapture beat, Pleasure almost turns to anguish, when the transport is too great.

Look not so divinely on me. Celia, L shall die with bliss; Yet, yet turn these eyes upon me, who'd not die a death like this ?

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The BROOM of COWDEN-KNOWS.

THrough Liddesdale lately I went, X and musing on did pass, I heard a maid was discontent, she sigh’d, and said, alas ! All maids that e'er deceived were, bear part of this my woes ; For once I was a bonny lass, when I milk'd my daddy’s ewes,

O the broom, the bonny broom,

the broom of Cowden-knows,

Fain I wad be in the south country,

-to miik my daddy's ewes.

My love into the field did come, when my daddy was frae home ;