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Rh Could I keep still my louping heart,

Or ae word right put to anither,

When for my ain I tried to claim

The bonnie lass amang the heather?

Ah no! though lang I ettled sair,

My tongue could never slip the tether,

But weel the lassie guess'd my mind

That night amang the blooming heather.

The balmy air, the glowing sky,

The thymey sod, the blooming heather,

And sic an angel by my side—

I trow 'twas heaven a' thegither!

The night grew late before we wist,

It took us hours to part wi' ither;

And now she's mine, the bonnie lass

That staw my heart amang the heather.

[ is the name of an old tune and old song. Burns says, "The old song, in three eight line stanzas, is well known, and has merit as to wit and humour; but it is rather unfit for insertion.

It begins,

The following song to the tune of "The Lass o' Livingstone," was written by, and published in the first volume of the Tea-Table Miscelliany.]

[ sweet little song, headed, "Address to a Lady," was written by, to the tune of "The Lass o' Livingston." The lady in question was Mrs. Riddel of Woodleigh Park.]