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( 4 )      and mony a early day John we've had wi' ane anither Now we mour totter down John and hand in hand we'll go. And we'll ſleep the gither at the ſit, John Anderſon my jo.

THE YELLOW HAIR'D LADDIE

IN april when primroſes pains the ſweet plain, and summer approaching rejoiceth the ſwain: The yellow-hair'd laddie would oftentimes go, To wilds and deep gleens where the hawthorn trees grow.

There under the ſhade of an old ſacred thorn With freedom he ſung his loves oveding and moro He ſang with ſo ſoft and enchanting a ſound. That ſylvans and fairies unſeen danc'd around.

The shepherd thus ſung: Tho young Mary befair, Her beauty is daſh'd with adrnfull proud air: But suſie was handſome, and ſweetly could ſing; Her breath like the breezes, perfum'd in the ſpring.

That Maddie in all the way bloom of her youth, Like the moon asentat and never ſpoke truth But Sufie was faithfull good humour'd and free, And fair as the goddeſs that ſprung from the                          leac. That mama a fine daughter with aller great der Was awkwardly airy, and frequently ſour, The ſighing bi mihi ud parents agree, The witty ſweet 5 wic, his miſtre unit be,