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My vows and sighs like silent air

Unheeded never move her,

At the bonny bush aboon Traquair,

'Twas there I first did love her.

That day she smil'd and made me glad,

No maid seem'd ever kinder;

I thought myself the luckiest lad,

So sweetly there to find her.

I tried to sooth my am'rous flame,

In words that I thought tender ;

If more there påssed, I'm not to blame,

I meant not to offend her.

Yet now she scornful flies the plain,

The fields we then frequented ;

If e'er we meet she shews disdain,

She looks as ne'er acquainted.

The bonny bush bloom'd fresh in May,

It's sweets I'll ay remember,

But now her frowns make it decay,

It fades as in December.

Ye rural powers who hear my strains,

Why thus should Peggy grieve me?

O! make her partner in my pains,

Then let her smiles relieve me.

If not, my love will turn despair,

My passion no more tender:

I'll leave the bush aboon Taquair,

To lonely wilds I'll wander.