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 Sae put on your pearlins Marion,

And kyrtle of the cramasie!

And soon as my chin has nae hair on

I shall come west and see thee.





Hear me, ye nymphs, and ev‘ry swain,

I‘ll tell how Peggy grieves me;

Though thus I languish and complain,

Alas! she ne'er believes me.

My vows and sighs, like silent air,

Unheeded never move her.

At the bonny bush aboon Traquair,

‘Twas there i first did love her.

That day she smil’d and made me glad,

No maid seem'd ever kinder;

I thought myself the luckiest lad,

So sweetly there to find her.

I try'd to soothe my amrous flame,

In words that l thought tender;

If more there pass'd l‘m not to blame,

I maent not to offend her.

Yet now she scornful flies the plain.

The fields we then frequented;