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 O'er benty hills with him I'll run,

and leave my lawland kin and dady!

Frae winter's cauld and ſummer's ſun,

he'll ſcreen me wi' his tartan plaidie. &c.

A painted room, and ſilken bed,

may pleaſe a lawland laird and lady;

But I can kiſs and be as glad,

behind a buſh in's highland plaidie.

Chorus. O my bonny, bonny. &c.

 

, contrive me ſuch a cup

as Neſtor us'd of old;

Try all your art to trim it up,

and Damaſk it round with gold.

Carve me thereon the mantlina vine,

and eke two lovely boys;

Whoſe limbs in amorous folds intwine,

the type of future joys.

Make it ſo large, when fill'd with ſack,

up to the ſwelling brim;

Vait toaſts on the delicious lake,

like ſhips at ſea may ſwim.

Cupid and Bacchus, my gods are;

let love and wine ſtill reign:

With wine I'll drive away dull care,

and then to my love again.

