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 SONGS.

My Patie is a lover gay,

His mind is never muddy;

His breath is sweeter than new hay,

His face is fair and ruddy:

His shape is handsome, middle size,

He’s comely in his wauking;

The shining o’ his een surprise;

It’s heaven to hear him tauking.

Yestreen I met him on a bawk,

Where yellow corn was growing,

Where mony a kindly word he spak,

That set my heart a-glowing.

He kiss’d and vow’d he wad bo mine,

And lo’ed me best o’ ony;

That gars me like to sing sinsyne,

O corn riggs are bonny.

Let lasses o’ a silly mind

Refuse what maist they’re wanting,

Since we for yielding were design’d,

We chastely should be granting.

Then I’ll comply and marry Pate:

And syne my cockernony

He’s free to touzle ear’ or late

While corn riggs are bonny.