Description of Pizzaro/The Bush Aboon Traquire

THE BUSH ABOON TRAQUIRE.

Hear me ye nymphs and every swain,
⁠I’ll tell how Peggy grieves me,
Though thus I languish, thus complain;
⁠Alas, she ne‘er believes me.
My vows and sighs like silent air,
⁠Unheeded never move her;
At the bonny bush aboon Traquire,
⁠‘Twas there I first did love her.

That day she smil’d and made me glad,
⁠No maid seem‘d ever kinder,
I thought myself the luckiest lad,
⁠So sweetly there to find her.
I try‘d to soothe my am‘rous flame,
⁠In words that I thought tender,
I more than pass’d, I’m not to blame,
⁠I meant not to offend her.

Yet now she scornful flies the plain
⁠And fields we then frequented,
Where’er we meet she shews disdain,
⁠She looks as not acquainted.
The bonny bush bloom’d fair in May,
⁠Its sweets I’ll ay remember,

But now her sweets makes it decay,
⁠It fades us in December.

Ye rural powers who hear my strains,
⁠Why thus should Peggy grieve me,
Oh make her partner in my pains,
⁠Then let her smiles relieve me.
If not my love will turn despair,
⁠My passion no more tender,
l‘ll leave the Bush aboon Traquire,
⁠To lonely woods I’ll wander.

FINIS.