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 My thoughts with ecstasies rejoice,

And drap the haill creation.

Whene'er she smiles a kindly glance,

I take the happy omen,

And after mint to make advance,

Hoping she'll prove a woman,

But dubious of my ain desert;

My sentiments I smother;

With secret sighs I vex my heart,

For fear she loves another.

Thus sang blate Edie by a burn,

His Christy did o'er-hear him;

She doughtna let her lover mourn;

But e'er he wist drew near him;

She spake her favour with a look,

Which left nae room to doubt her;

He wisely this white minnte took.

And flang his arms about her.

My Christy!witness, bonny stream,

Sic joy frae tears arising;

I wish this may na be a dream;

O love the maist surprising!

Time was too precious now for talk;

This point of a' our wishes,

He wadna with set speeches bauk,

But war'd it a' on kisses,