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 If e'er we meet she shews disdain,

She looks as ne'er acquainted.

The bonny hush bloom'd fair in May

Its sweets I'll ay remember;

Rut now her frowns make it decay.

It fades as in December.

Ye rural bow'rs, who, hear my strains

Why thus should Preggy grieve me;

Oh! make her partner in my pains,

Then let her smiles relieve me,

If not, my love will turn despair,

My passione no more tender;

I'll leave the bush aboon Traquair,

To lonely wilds I'll wander.





For lake of gold she’s left me, O,

And of all that’s dear bereft me, O,

She me forsook, for a great duke.

And to endless woe she has left me O.

A star and garter has more art,

than youth, a true and faithful heart,

I o empty titles we must part.

And for glitt'ring show she's left me O.