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THE GREEN PURSE.

I have a green purse and a wee pickle gow'd,
A bonny piece land and planting on't,
It fattens my flocks, and my barns it has stow'd,
But the best thing of a's yet wanting on't;
To grace it, and trace it, and gi'e me delight;
To bless me and kiss me and comfort my sight,
With beauty by day and kindness by night,
And nae mair my lane gang sauntring on't.

My Christy she's charming and good as she's fair;
Her e'en and her mouth are enchanting sweet
She smiles me on fire, her frowns gi'e despair :
I love while my heart gaes panting wi't.
Thou fairest and dearest delight of my mind,
Whose gracious embraces by heaven were design'd
For happier transports, and blesses resign'd,
Nae langer delay the granting sweet.

For thee, bonny Christy, my shepherds and hinds,
Shall carefully make the year's dainties thine,
Thus freed frae laigh care while love fills our minds,
Our days shall with pleasure and plenty shine,
Then hear me and cheer me with soothing consent,
Believe me and gi'e me no cause to lament,
Since I ne'er can be happy, till thou say content,
I'm pleas'd with Jamie, and he shall be mine.


This work was published before January 1, 1925, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.