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The fairest flowers to deck her breast
I chose, an infant lover,
To sing to Patty Clover.
Tho' stout, I'll sure be constant still,
Nor ever be a rover;
Tis all for Patty Clover.
"^I/A/ HEN weary Sol gang'd down the west,
» » And siller Cynthia rose, The flower cnatuell'd bank I prest,
Where Chrystal Eden flows:'
I kenn'd his meaning soon;
Ah! hoot awa ye loon.
Dear Peggy dinna flout a youth,
Nor gi' that bosom pain,
To take thee for its ain:
If I to kirk wad gang,
With him I went alang;
Not waining like the moon,
Will hoot awa the loon. , ,
CEASE to blame my melancholy,
Censure not, I know 'tis folly;
MID from the sun, and cooling breeze,
In early spring of life forlorn,
Jjfce sable night, his gloomy morn,
Speed to nis aid, &c,
THO' Fanny was not beauty's boast,
Good nature smil'd in either eye,With jocund heart one morn he rose,
Not affectation vam;
She never dreamt would gain.
A tear for pity, tho' she had,
And felt the sufFring pang;
She'd join in dance and song:
Beyond the common strain;
And sunk beneath the pain.
Alas! she lov'd a gallant youth,
Yet ev'ry effort try'd
In conquering love she died:
The weary traveller cheer;
I saw her on the bier.
Fal lal lal lal lal lal fa lal lal lal lal la,
And sung, &c.
This maiden's heart 'gnn to relent,
She gave her hand wit'.i free consent,
More happy loves were seldom seen,
To trip along the verdant green,
As Damon and his Sylvan queen,
Fal lal lal lal lal fal lal lal lal la.
As Damon, &c.
IN verity, damsel, thou surely shalt find,