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His breath is sweeter than new hay,
His face is fair and ruddy;
His shape is handsome, middle size,
He’s stately in his walking,
The shining of his een surprise,
'Tis heav’n to hear him talking.
Last night I met him on a bank
Where yellow corn was growin'
There mony a kindly word he spak
That set my heart a glowing:
Ee kiss’d and vow'd he wad be mine,
And lov'd me best of ony;
That gars me like to sing sinsyne,
"O corn rigs are bonny!
Let maidens of a silly mind
Refuse what maist the're wanting;
Since we for yielding are design'd,
We chastely should be granting:
Then I'll comply and marry Pate
In spite of dad an mammy,
And cheerfully resign my fate
Where corn rigs are bonny.
THE BIRKS OF INVERMAY.
The smiling morn, the breathing spring
Invite the tuneful birds to sing.
And while they warble from each spray
Love meets the universal lay,
Let us, Amanda timely wise,
