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 4 Whoe’er knows this lovely creature, surely they wiil be as I, They will love her they will love her, else they deserve to die.

For she’s such as loving creature, that my heart she's ta'en from me, Tho’ I though I’d been posses’d o’t, as firm's most men could be.

She’s not the first maid I have seen, altho' love her best, But she's more blythness in her face, than any of the rest

The first time that I near her was, she on me cast a smile ; And whether it was my love or not, sae din my heart beguile.

For her eyes they're so enflaming, that many they re like to burn, But if she ’d grant her band to me, we'd love the rest to mourn

Her smiles naw eifa gives to my heart, her frowas are like to kill I O if she may not be my love, from my heart keep her still.

For happy thrice that youth must be, who folds her in his arms,