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[7] l recreations I'll now reſign them,

in ſilent places I mean to rove,

prayers completely I'il offer daily,

in adoration near Willow-grove.

e ſupreme Deities, ſay, will I gain her!

will I obtain her, can I intrude

n you my faireſt, what ſhall I ſay love,

but that I'm almoſt crazy for Mary Booth.

'TWAS YES, KIND SIR.

ruddy morn blinks o'er the brac,

as blithe I gade to milk my kine,

near the winding burn of Tay,

wi' bonny gait, and twa black een;

highland lad fae kind me tent,

ſaying, Sonſy laſs, how's a' wi' you?

I your pail tak o'er the bent?

'twas yes, kind Sir, and I thank you too.

he met me i'the e'en,

I was linken o'er the lee,

join the dance upo' the green,

and ſaid, blithe laſs, I'll gang wi' thee;

e braw he look'd in the highland gear,

his tartan plaid, and bonnet blue,

heart ſtraight whiſper'd in my ear,

ſay yes, kind Sir, and I thank you too.

danc'd until the gleaming moon,

ga'e notice that it was time to part,

the reel was done o'er ſoon,

for ah! the lad had ſtown my heart;

faw me hame acroſs the plain,

then kiſt me ſweet, I vow its true,

at when he aſk'd to kiſs again,

'twas yes, kind Sir, and I thank you too.