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 A thousand beauties of deceit

before had scarce alarm'd me,

'Till this dear artless struck my heart,

and but designing charm'd me.

Hurry'd by love close to my breast

I grasp'd this fund of blisses:

Wha smil'd, and said, Without a priest,

sir, hope for nought but kisses.

I had nae heart to do her harm,

and yet I cou'dna want her,

What she demanded, ilka charm

of her's pled, I should grant her.

Since Heaven had dealt to me a rowth,

straight to the kirk I led her,

There plighted her my faith and trowth,

and a young lady made her.



