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 ( 7 ) Then away to the church we’ll walk with an air Kind Hymen proclaim us to be the happy pair, Her bofom I will prefs, and her chains I will wear, Dawn amongft the bonny beds of rofes

As we were a-walking one morning in Spring, The winter going out, and the fummer coming in. The cuckow fang cuckew. you’re welcome again, And I pray you ftay among thefe green bufhes.

BROOM OF COWDEN KNOWS.

Othe broom the bonny, bonny broom, The brooms of the Cowden Knows; I wifh I were with my dear fwain, Milking my daddy’s ewes

How blithe i k morn was I to fee My fwan come o’er the hill, He loup 'd the burn and flew to me I met him with good will.

He tun’d his pipe and reed fae fwaet, The birds ftood liti’ning by Even the dull cattle ffood amsz’d, Charm' d with his melody.

I neither wanted ewe nor lamb While his ftock near me lay, He gather'd in my fheep at o'en And cheer'd me all the day.