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 17 Then glory, my Jeanie, maun plead my excuse; Since honour commands me, how can I refuse? Without it, I ne'er can have merit for thee; And losing thy favour I'd better not be. I gae then, my lass, to win honour and fame; And if I should chance to come glorious hame, I'll bring a heart to thee with love running o'er, And then I'll leave thee and Lochaber no more

KATE OF ABERDEEN. The silver moon's enamour'd beam Steals softly through the night, To wanton with the winding stream, And kiss reflected light. To beds of state go, balmy sleep, ('Tis where you've seldom been) May's vigils while the shepherds keep With Kate of Aberdeen. Upon the green the virgins wait In rosy chaplets gay, Till morn unbar her golden gate, And give the promised May. Methinks I hear the maids declare, The promised May, when seen, Not half so fragrant or so fair As Kate of Aberdeen. Strike up the tabor's boldest notes, We'll rouse the nodding grove; The nested birds shall raise their throats, And hail the maid I love : And see the matin lark mistakes, He quits the tufted green: