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( 3 ) Thy image fine presents me syne,

an’ taks a’ rest frae me;

An’ while I dream, in your esteem,

you reckon me your fae.

Which is a sign ye will be mine,

dear Jenny sayna na’,

But soon comply, or else I die,

sae tell me but a flaw;

If thou can love, there’s none above

thee, I can fancy sae;

I would be blest, if I but wist

that ye wou’d shake my strae.

She, wi’ a smile, said, ye’re beguil’d,

I mauna fancy thee;

My mither bauld, she would me scauld,

sae dinna die for me.

But yet I own, as I’m near grown

a woman, since it’s sae,

I'll marry thee, syne ye’ll get me

to shake your Pease Strae.

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THE

MINISTER’s MAID:

HEN I was a bonny wie lassie,

I lived by yon river side;

A bonny wie laddie courted me,

for to make me his bride:

My master being one of the Clergy,

I kentna weel how to do;

But I courted ay wi’ my laddie,