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6 How lightsome is't to hear the lark,

And birds in concert chaunting!

But if my Christy tunes her voice,

I'm wrapt in admiration;

My thoughts with extacies rejoice,

And drap the hale creation.

Whene'er she smiles a kindly glance,

I take the happy omen,

And aften mint to mak 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 the 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 wi' a look,

Which left nae room to doubt her;

He wisely this kind minute took,

And flang his arms about her.

My Christy witness bonnie stream,

Sic joy frae fears arising