S O N G VI.

Tune, An thou wert my ain thing.

I.

WHILE others chide away their days,
I'll praise the charms of Summer gay;
By love inspir'd, I'll sing my lays,
And tell how dear I love thee.

CHORUS

An thou wert my ain thing,
I would love thee, I would love thee;
An thou wert my ain thing,
How dearly would I love thee?

II

There's not a lassie that I ken,
Has half such kindness to me shewn;
My state is hard, thou'lt me bemoan;
For dearly I do love thee.

An thou wert, &c.

III.

Thy form is neat, thy air is gay;
Thou'rt sweeter than the flow'rs in May:
From thee my mind shall never stray;
For weel thou kens I love thee.

An thou wert, &c.

IV.

The swains, I know, they me envy,
And beg to me thou may'st prove shy;
But Hymen bids them hop away,
For weel he kens I love thee.

An thou wert, &c.

V.

There's none should blame thee tho' thou'rt kind
To me, who hath a gen'rous mind:
I'm loath to do what will offend
The Maid I love so dearly.

An thou wert, &c.

VI.

At Ev'n I'll meet thee in yon grove;
'Tis there where I'll reward thy love:
I'll promise, and shall faithful prove,
To thee whom I love dearly.

An thou wert, &c.

VII.

I beg thou'lt not despise a youth
So much inclin'd to love and truth,
Who will not let fly from his mouth,
The words that will deceive thee.

An thou wert, &c.

VIII.

And if thou wert my wedded wife,
I'd bless thee with my love for life:
Betwixt us twa should ne'er be strife;
Great Hymen aye shall guard thee.

An thou wert my ain thing,
I would love thee, I would love thee;
An thou wert my ain thing,
How dearly would I love thee?




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