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 The very pavement seems to shine Aneath her genty feet! Ye may ken her by the jewell'd rings Upon her fingers sma', Yet better by the dignity That she glides through them a'.

'And ye may ken her by the voice— The music o' her tongue— Wha heard her speak incontinent Wad think an angel sung! And such seems she to me, and mair, That wale o' woman's charms— It 's bliss to press her dear wee mou And daut her in my arms!'