FROM grave leffons and restraint,
I'm ftole out to revel here;
Yet I tremble, and I pant,
In the middle of the fair.
Oh, wou'd fortune in my way
Throw a lover, kind and gay;
Now's the time he foon may move
A young heart, unus'd to love.
Shall I venture, no, no, no;
Shall I from the danger go;
Oh, no, no, no, no, no;
I must not try, I cannot fly,
I must not, durft not, cannot fly.
Help me nature, help me art;
Why shou'd I deny my heart;
If a lover will pursue,
Like the wifeft let me do ;
I will fit him if he's true;
If he's falfe I'll fit him too,
HE Lawland lads think they are fine,
But oh, they 'r vain and idly gawdy!
How much unlike that graceful mien,
And manly look of my Highland laddie ?
O my bonny, bonny Highland laddie,
My bandfome charming Highland laddie:
May beaven ftill guard, and love reward
Our Lawland lass, and her Highland laddie.
If I were free at will to chuse
To be the wealthiest Lawland lady,
I'd take young Donald in his trews,
With bonnet blue, and belted plaidy.
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The bravest beau in borrows town,
In a' his airs, with art made ready,
Compair'd to him, he's but a clown;
He's finer far in 's tartan plaidy.
O my bonny, Sc.
O'er benty hills with him I'll run,
And leave my Lawland kin, and dady; Frae winter's cauld, aud fummer's fun, He'll skreen me with his Highland plaidy, O my bonny, c.
A painted room, and filken bed,
May please a Lawland laird and lady;
But I can kifs, and be as glad,
Behind a bush in's Highland plaidy,
my bonny,
Few complements between us pafs,
I ca' him my dear Highland laddie;
And he ca's me his Lawland lafs;
Syn rows me in beneath his plaidy.
O my bonny, &c.
Nae greater joy I'll e'er pretend,.
Than that his love prove true and steady, Like mine to him, which ne'er fhall end, While heaven preferves my Highland laddie. O my bonny, c..
RIGHT was the morning, cool was the air,
Serene was all the fky,
When on the waves I left my dear,
The center of my joy;
Heaven and nature smiling were,
And nothing fad but I.
Each rofie field did odours spread,
All fragrant was the shore :-
Each river-god rose from his bed,
And figh'd, and own'd her power;
Curling their waves they deck'd their heads,
As proud of what they bore.
So when the fair Egyptian queen,
Her hero went to see,
Cidnus fwell'd o'er his banks in pride,
As much in love as he.
Glide on, ye waters, bear thefe lines,
And tell her how distress'd;
Bear all my fighs, ye gentle winds,
And waft 'em to her breast;
Tell her, if e'er fhe proves unkind,
I never shall have rest.
SI beneath a myrtle fhade lay mufing,
Silvia the fair, in mournful founds,
Venting her grief, the air thus wounds;
O god of love, cease to torment me,
Send to my aid fome gentle fwain,
Whofe balm apply'd may eafe my pain.
Aloud I cry'd, and all the grove refounded,
Heavenly nymph, complain no more,
Love does thy wish'd-for peace restore,
And fends a gentle fwain to ease thee;
In whom a longing maid may find,
A balm to cure her love- fick mind..
She blush'd, and figh'd, and pufh'd the medicine from
Which still the more increas'd her pain;
Finding at length fhe ftrove in vain,
O love, the cry'd, I must obey thee,
Who can the raging smart endure?
Then fuck'd the balm, and found a cure.
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