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& PASTORAL COMEDY.
To all our haunts I will repair,
Bygreenvood-shaw or sountain;
Or where the summer day I'd Jhart
With thee\ upon yon mountain.
There will I tell the trees and slowrs,
From thoughts unfeign'd and tender }
By vows you're wine, by love is yours
A heart which cannot wander.
With every setting day, and rising morn,
I'll kneel to heaven, and ask thy sate return.
Under that tree, and on the Suckier-brae,
Where ah we wont, when bairns, to run and play j
And to the HiJJel-Jhavo, where first ye vow'd
Ye wad be mine, and I as eithly trow'd,
I'll aften gang, and tell the tree* and ssowers,
With joy that they'll bear witnefs I am your yours,
Patie. My dear allow me frae thy temples fair
A mining ringlet of thy flowing hair.
Which, asa lampleof each lovely charm,
I'll aften kits, and wear about my arm.
Peggy. Were ilka hair that appertainsto ra» -
Worth an estate, they all belong to thee:
My sheersare ready, take whatyou demand,
And aught what love with virtue may command.
Patie. Nae mair I'll ask ; but since we've little tin\e,
To-ware't on words, wad border on a crime,
Love'ssafter meaningbetter is expresV;
Wiicn'tiswith kisssesonthe heart imprsflv
[Here they embrace, and thi curtain's let down.
A- G T
To all our haunts I will repair,
Bygreenvood-shaw or sountain;
Or where the summer day I'd Jhart
With thee\ upon yon mountain.
There will I tell the trees and slowrs,
From thoughts unfeign'd and tender }
By vows you're wine, by love is yours
A heart which cannot wander.
With every setting day, and rising morn,
I'll kneel to heaven, and ask thy sate return.
Under that tree, and on the Suckier-brae,
Where ah we wont, when bairns, to run and play j
And to the HiJJel-Jhavo, where first ye vow'd
Ye wad be mine, and I as eithly trow'd,
I'll aften gang, and tell the tree* and ssowers,
With joy that they'll bear witnefs I am your yours,
Patie. My dear allow me frae thy temples fair
A mining ringlet of thy flowing hair.
Which, asa lampleof each lovely charm,
I'll aften kits, and wear about my arm.
Peggy. Were ilka hair that appertainsto ra» -
Worth an estate, they all belong to thee:
My sheersare ready, take whatyou demand,
And aught what love with virtue may command.
Patie. Nae mair I'll ask ; but since we've little tin\e,
To-ware't on words, wad border on a crime,
Love'ssafter meaningbetter is expresV;
Wiicn'tiswith kisssesonthe heart imprsflv
[Here they embrace, and thi curtain's let down.
A- G T