The Scots musical museum . My daddy and my mamiry 1 oft have heard them fay,That I was a naughty boy, and did often fport and play;But I never liked in all my life a maiden that was fhyDown among the beds of fweet rofes. — Roflin Awake, fweet mufel the breathing fpringWith rapture warms; awake and Gng!Awake and Join the vocal throng,Who hail the morning with a fong;To Nanny raife the chearful lay,01 bid her hafte and come away;In fweeteft fmiles herfelf adorn,And add new graces to the morn! 0 hark, my love! on ev ry fpray,Each featherd warbler tunes his lay; Tis beauty fires the ravif
The Scots musical museum . My daddy and my mamiry 1 oft have heard them fay,That I was a naughty boy, and did often fport and play;But I never liked in all my life a maiden that was fhyDown among the beds of fweet rofes. — Roflin Awake, fweet mufel the breathing fpringWith rapture warms; awake and Gng!Awake and Join the vocal throng,Who hail the morning with a fong;To Nanny raife the chearful lay,01 bid her hafte and come away;In fweeteft fmiles herfelf adorn,And add new graces to the morn! 0 hark, my love! on ev ry fpray,Each featherd warbler tunes his lay; Tis beauty fires the ravifhd throng;And love infpires the melting fong:Then let my rapturd notes arife;For beauty darts from Nannys eyes;And love my riling bofbm warms,And fills my foul with fweet alarms. 01 come, my love! thy Colins layWith rapture calls, O come awayi Come, while the mufe this wreath fhall twine Around that modeft brow of thine; Oi hither hafte, and with thee bring That beauty blooming like the fpring, Thofe graces that divinely fhine, ^nd charm this ravifhd breaft of mine! 5 4 tjSame Tune. FROM Roflin Caftles echoing wallsRefound my fhepherds ardent calls;My Colin bids me come away,And love demands I fhould melting ftrain, and t
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