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i4 The Gentle S h e p h e r d*
When maidens, innocently young,
Say asten what they never mean;
Ne'er mind their pretty lying tongue.
But tent the language os their een:
If thefe agree, and Jhe persifl
To answer all your love with hate,
Seek elfewhere to be better blesi.
And let hersigh when 'tis too late.
Roger. Kind Patie, now fair-fa your honest heart,
Ye're ay sae cadgy, and have slc an art
To hearten ane : For now as clean's a leek,
Ye've cherish'd me, since ye began to speak.
Sae, for your pains, I'll male yea propine,
(My mother, rest her saul! (he made it fine j) .
A tartan plaid, spun of good hawslock woo,
Scarlet and green the sets, the bord ers blew :
With spraings like gowd, and siller cross'd with blacky
I never had it yet upon my back.
Weel are ye wordy o't, wha have sae kind
Red up my revel'd doubts, and clear'd my mind.
Patie. Weel, ha!d ye there — and since ye've frankly
To me a present of your braw new plaid, (made
My flute's be yours, and shetoo that's sae nice
Shall come a-will, gif ye'll tak my advice.
Roger. Asyeadvise, I'll promiseto obsetv't;
But ye maun keep the fiute, ye best deserv't.
Now tak'st out, and gie's a bony spring ;
Por I'm in tittto hear you play and sing.
Patie. But fivst we'll take a turn up to the height,
And fee gis all our ssocks be feeding right:
Beihsnime bannocks and a (heave of cheese
Will make a breakfast that a laird might please
Might please the daintiest gabs, were they sae wise
To season meat with health, inftead of spice.
When we have tane the grace-drink at this well,
I'll whistle fine, and singt'ye like my sell, ^Exeunt,.
SCENE IT.
Prolog u b. •+
. A ssotor'ie howm bet wexn twa verdant braes»
Where lajses ufep} teajli and spread their cUiths,
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When maidens, innocently young,
Say asten what they never mean;
Ne'er mind their pretty lying tongue.
But tent the language os their een:
If thefe agree, and Jhe persifl
To answer all your love with hate,
Seek elfewhere to be better blesi.
And let hersigh when 'tis too late.
Roger. Kind Patie, now fair-fa your honest heart,
Ye're ay sae cadgy, and have slc an art
To hearten ane : For now as clean's a leek,
Ye've cherish'd me, since ye began to speak.
Sae, for your pains, I'll male yea propine,
(My mother, rest her saul! (he made it fine j) .
A tartan plaid, spun of good hawslock woo,
Scarlet and green the sets, the bord ers blew :
With spraings like gowd, and siller cross'd with blacky
I never had it yet upon my back.
Weel are ye wordy o't, wha have sae kind
Red up my revel'd doubts, and clear'd my mind.
Patie. Weel, ha!d ye there — and since ye've frankly
To me a present of your braw new plaid, (made
My flute's be yours, and shetoo that's sae nice
Shall come a-will, gif ye'll tak my advice.
Roger. Asyeadvise, I'll promiseto obsetv't;
But ye maun keep the fiute, ye best deserv't.
Now tak'st out, and gie's a bony spring ;
Por I'm in tittto hear you play and sing.
Patie. But fivst we'll take a turn up to the height,
And fee gis all our ssocks be feeding right:
Beihsnime bannocks and a (heave of cheese
Will make a breakfast that a laird might please
Might please the daintiest gabs, were they sae wise
To season meat with health, inftead of spice.
When we have tane the grace-drink at this well,
I'll whistle fine, and singt'ye like my sell, ^Exeunt,.
SCENE IT.
Prolog u b. •+
. A ssotor'ie howm bet wexn twa verdant braes»
Where lajses ufep} teajli and spread their cUiths,
A
I