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 WILLIAM THOM

Syne first of a' in her blythesome breast

He built a bower, I wcenj An' what did the wacfu' devilick neist? But kindled a gleam like the rosy east,

That sparkled frae baith her e'en.

An' then beneath ilk high e'e-bree

He placed a quiver there; His bow? What but her shinin' brow? An' O sic deadly strings he drew

Frae out her silken hair!

Guid be our guard' Sic deeds waur deen

Roun' a' our countne then, An' monie a hangin' lug was seen 'Mang farmers fat, an' lawyers lean,

��SIR HENRY TAYLOR 665 Elena's Song

^UOTH tongue of neither maid nor wife

To heart of neither wife nor maid Lead we not here a jolly life Betwixt the shine and shade?

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��Quoth heart of neither maid nor wife To tongue of neither wife nor maid

Thou wagg'st, but I am worn with strife, And feel like flowers that fade.

664 e'e-bree] eyebrow, lug] ear.

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