The Scots musical museum . That day (he fmild,and made me glad, No maid feemd ever kinder;I thought myfelf the luckieft lad, So fweetly there to find tryd to footh my amrous flame, In words that I thought tender:If more there pafsd, Im not to blame, I meant not to offend her. Yet now fhe fcomful flees the plain,The fields we then frequented; If eer we meet, fhe {hews difdain,She looks as neer acquainted. The bonny bufh bloomd fair in fweets Fll ay remember; But now her frowns make it decay;It fades as in december. Ye rural powrs, who hear my (trains,, Why thus fhould Peggy grieve
The Scots musical museum . That day (he fmild,and made me glad, No maid feemd ever kinder;I thought myfelf the luckieft lad, So fweetly there to find tryd to footh my amrous flame, In words that I thought tender:If more there pafsd, Im not to blame, I meant not to offend her. Yet now fhe fcomful flees the plain,The fields we then frequented; If eer we meet, fhe {hews difdain,She looks as neer acquainted. The bonny bufh bloomd fair in fweets Fll ay remember; But now her frowns make it decay;It fades as in december. Ye rural powrs, who hear my (trains,, Why thus fhould Peggy grieve me?Ohi make her partner in my pains; Then let her fmiles relieve not, my love will turn defpair, My paffion no more tender!Ill leave the bufh aboon Traquair, To lonely wilds Ill wander. 82 Etrick Banks. when the fheep came name, I met my laf_ fy bra and tight,While H^iT ¥ ^^ #? 5 6 Lurpu riJ H in- 11 r r m vandring through the mift her lane. My heart grew light, I. ^ ¥^i f^p I n ! Hir-r r her bon. ? sp ran, and flang my arms about her bon _ ny neck; I kifsd and W 1 f B- 65
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