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i The Gentle Shepherd.
SANG XXI. Tune, Corn-riggs are bonny.
l/iy Patie is alover gay,
His mind is never muddy 5
His breath is sweeter than new hay,
His face is sair and ruddy :
His shape is handsome, middle fiz.e,
He's comely in his ivawking,
The shininginhis een furprize,
'Tis heaven to hear him taw king.
last night I met him on a bawk,
Where yellow corn was growing,
There mony a kindly word he spak
That set my heart a glowing.
He kiss'd and vow'dhe wad be mint,
Andloo'dmebeft of ony,
That gars me like to sing ftnsjnt,
O corn-riggs are bonny.
Lti la/fes of a silly mind
Resuse what maisi thty're wanting,
Since we sor yielding were design'd,
We chaslly Jhottld be granting.
Then I'll tomply, and marry Pate,
And fyne my tockernony
He's sree to touz,el, air or late,
Whert ttrn-rigg) are bonny. /
FINIS,
SANG XXI. Tune, Corn-riggs are bonny.
l/iy Patie is alover gay,
His mind is never muddy 5
His breath is sweeter than new hay,
His face is sair and ruddy :
His shape is handsome, middle fiz.e,
He's comely in his ivawking,
The shininginhis een furprize,
'Tis heaven to hear him taw king.
last night I met him on a bawk,
Where yellow corn was growing,
There mony a kindly word he spak
That set my heart a glowing.
He kiss'd and vow'dhe wad be mint,
Andloo'dmebeft of ony,
That gars me like to sing ftnsjnt,
O corn-riggs are bonny.
Lti la/fes of a silly mind
Resuse what maisi thty're wanting,
Since we sor yielding were design'd,
We chaslly Jhottld be granting.
Then I'll tomply, and marry Pate,
And fyne my tockernony
He's sree to touz,el, air or late,
Whert ttrn-rigg) are bonny. /
FINIS,