Blaeberries, or, The highland laird's courtship to a farmer's daughter/The happy marriage

THE HAPPY MARRIAGE.

AS I was a walking one morning so fair.
So Green was the fields, and cool was the air.
⁠There did I discover
⁠Pretty Nancy my lover,
And I for to woo her was pleas’d for to say,

⁠O fairest of creatures that ever was seen,
You’re the pride of my heart, the flow’r of the green,
⁠With garlands made of roses,
⁠And sweet pretty posies,
What nature composes I’ll crown you my Queen.

⁠To these words I spoke she answered and said,
O how can you flatter a poor harmless maid,
⁠For your tongue it runs so nimble,
⁠It makes my heart to tremble,
And l fear you dissemble my poor heart to break.

⁠Of all my sweethearts I have had nine or ten,
Yet never a one can fancy of them,
⁠But if I should believe you,
⁠And you should deceive me,
And scornfully leave me, Oh! where am I then?

⁠These words I speak is by the Powers above,
The rocks and the mountains shall sooner remove,
⁠And the sea shall flame on fire,
⁠If from my love I do retire,
And there’s nothing I desire, but innocent love.

⁠If innocent love is all your request,
And you are in earnest, l thought you were in jest,
⁠⁠I’ll adore you with pleasure,
⁠⁠With kisses out of measure,
With joy, peace and pleasure, we both shall be blest.

⁠This couple they’re married and live very happy,
Enjoying one another with pleasures so canty,
⁠The rocks they shall melt,
⁠And the mountains shall move.
If ever I prove false to the woman I love.

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GLASGOW,

Printed by J. & M. Robertson, Saltmarket, 1803.