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 ( 5 ) Thro’ lonely wild defarts and hills I’ll roam, To wild birds and fifhes I’ll make my moan; All riches and grandeur I now will difdain, Thro’ the world I’ll wander for my darling fwain.

His breath is more fweet than the rofes in June, His eyes are like diamonds, or orbs of the moon, His fkin’s like clear amber, juft from the mine, He’s cut up to perfection, my own darling fwain.

My love he is proper, he’s tall, and he’s trim; There is none in the world that can equal him; All forrow and trouble I’ll endure without pain, Was I fure to meet with my darling fwain.

My father he thought then his point for to gain, By parting his daughter from her darling fwain; But yet, for to vex him, I ever will be Jamie’s true and conftant young Gragal Macoree.

BONNY BEDS OF ROSES.

As I was a-wilking one morning in May, The fmall birds were finging delightful and gay, There I with my true-love did oft fpor and play, Down amongft the bonny beds of Rofes.

My pretty brown girl, come fit on my knee. For trere's none in the world I can fancy but thee, Nor will I ever change my old love for a new, So my pretty brown girl, do not leave me.