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(　89　)  But ah! at last she prov'd wi' bairn, An' sat baith sad and dull, An' I wha was as much concerned Looked e'en just like a fool; Her lovely eyes wi' tears ran o'er, Repentin' her rash sin; An' ay she cursed the fatal hour That e'er she loot me in. But who could from such beauty go, Or yet from Nelly part; I lov'd her dear, an' cou'dna leave The charmer of my heart, We wedded and conceal'd our crime, Then all was weel again, An' she doth bless the happy night She rose an' loot me in

 

