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My Patie is a lover gay,

His mind is never muddy,

His breath is sweeter than new hay,

His face is fair and ruddy.

His shape is handsome, middle size;

He's comely in his walking;

The shining of his een surprise;

Tis heaven to hear him talking.

Last night I met him on a bank,

Where yellow corn was growing,

There monie a kindly word he spak,

That set my heart a glowing.

He kissed, and vowed, he would be mine.

And loo'd me best of ony;

That gars me like to sing ,

O corn rigs are bonnie.