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O'ER THE MUIR TO MAGGY.
And I'll o'er the muir to Maggy,
her wit and ſweetneſs call me
Then to my fair I'll ſhow my mind
whatever may befal me:
If the love mirth, i'll learn to ſing;
or likes the nine to follow,
I'll lay my lugs in Pindus' ſpring,
and invocate Apollo.
If ſhe admire a martial mind,
i'll ſheath my limbs in armour;
If to the ſofter dance inclin'd,
with gayeft airs I'll charm her;
If the love grandeur, day and night
i'll plot my nation's glory,
Find favour in my prince's fight,
and ſhine in future ſtory.
Beauty can wonders work with eaſe
where wit is correſponding,
And braveſt men know beſt to pleaſe,
with complaiſance abounding.
My bonny Maggy's love can turn
me to what ſhape ſhe pleaſes,
If in her breaſt that flame ſhall burns
which in my boſom bleezes.
F I N I S.
