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FY GAR RUB HER O'ER WI' STRAE.

GIN ye meet a bonny laffie,

Gi'e her a kifs, and let her gae;
But if ye meet a dirty huffy,
Fy gar rub her o'er wi' ftrae.

Be fure ye dinna quat the grip

Of ilka joy, when ye are young,
Before auld age your vitals nip,
And lay ye twafald o'er a rung.

Sweet youth's a blyth and heartfome time;
Then, lads and laffes, while 'tis May,
Gae pu' the gowan in its prime,
Before it wither and decay.

Watch the faft minutes of delyte,

When Jenny speaks beneath her breath,

And kiffes, laying a' the wyte

On you, if fhe kepp ony fkaith.

"Haith, ye 're ill-bred," fhe 'll fmiling fay, "Ye 'll worry me, ye greedy rook.” Syne frae your arms fhe 'll rin away,

And hide herself in fome dark nook.

Her

Her laugh will lead you to the place,
Where lies the happiness ye want,
And plainly tell you to
to your face,

Nineteen na-fays are half a grant.

Now to her heaving bofom cling,

And sweetly toolie for a kiss;
Frae her fair finger whoop a ring,
As taiken of a future blifs.

These bennisons, I'm very fure,
Are of the gods' indulgent grant:
Then, furly carles, whifht, forbear
To plague us with your whining cant.

THE CORDIAL.

HE.

WHERE wad bonny Anne ly?

Alane ye nae mair man ly:
Wad ye a goodman try?

Is that the thing ye 're laking?

SHE.

Can a lafs fae young as I

Venture on the bridal tye,

Syne down with a goodman ly?

I'm fleed he 'd keep me wauking.

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НЕ.

Never judge until ye try,
Mak me your goodman, I
Shanna hinder you to ly,
And fleep till ye be weary.

SHE.

What if I should wauking ly,
When the hautboys are gawn by,
Will ye tent me when I cry,
My dear, I'm faint and iry?

HE.

In my bofom thou shall ly, When thou waukrife art or dry,

Healthy cordial standing by,

Shall presently revive thee.

SHE.

To will I then comply,
your

Join us, priest, and let me try
How I'll wi' a goodman ly,

Wha can a cordial gi' me.

ALLAN WATER.

WHAT numbers fhall the mufe repeat,
What verse be found to praise my Annie?
On her ten thousand graces wait,

Each swain admires, and owns fhe 's bonny. Since firft fhe trod the happy plain,

She fet each youthful heart on fire; Each nymph does to her fwain complain, That Annie kindles new defire.

This lovely darling, dearest care,

This new delight, this charming Annie,
Like fummer's dawn fhe 's fresh and fair,
When Flora's fragrant breezes fan ye.
All day the am'rous youths conveen,
Joyous they sport and play before her ;
All night, when she no more is feen,
In blissful dreams they still adore her.

Among the crowd Amyntor came,

He look'd, he lov'd, he bow'd to Annie; His rifing fighs exprefs his flame,

His words were few, his wifhes many.

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With fmiles the lovely maid reply'd,
Kind fhepherd, why should I deceive ye?
Alas! your love must be deny'd,

This deftin'd breast can ne'er relieve ye.

Young Damon came with Cupid's art,
His wiles, his smiles, his charms beguiling,
He stole away my virgin heart;

Cease, poor Amyntor, ceafe bewailing.
Some brighter beauty you may find,

On yonder plain the nymphs are many; Then chufe fome heart that 's unconfin'd, And leave to Damon his own Annie.

O MARY! THY GRACES AND GLANCES.

O MARY! thy graces and glances,
Thy fmiles fo enchantingly gay,
And thoughts fo divinely harmonious,
Clear wit and good humour display.
But fay not thou 'It imitate angels
Ought farrer, tho' fcarcely (ah me!)
Can be found, equalizing thy merit,
A match amongst mortals for thee.

Thy

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