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THE HAWTHORN.

Last midsummer morning as going to the fair I met with young Jamie, was taking the air; He asked me to stay, and indeed he did Beneath the pretty hawthorn that blooms in vale, That blooms in the valley, that blooms in vale. Beneath the pretty hawthorn that blooms in vale.

He said he had lov’d me both long and That none on the green was so gentle and I listened with pleasure to Jamie’s tender tale Beneath the pretty hawthorn that blooms in vale. That Blooms, &c.

O hark, says he, Nan, to the birds in the How charming their song and enciting to The briars clad with roses perfume the  gale. And sweet’s the pretty hawthorn that blooms the That blooms, &c.

His words were so moving, and looks soft kind,