THE HAWTHORN.
Last midsummer morning as going to the fair
I met with young Jamie, was taking the air;
He asked me to stay, and indeed he did ⟨prevail⟩
Beneath the pretty hawthorn that blooms in ⟨the⟩ vale,
That blooms in the valley, that blooms in ⟨the⟩ vale.
Beneath the pretty hawthorn that blooms in ⟨the⟩ vale.
He said he had lov’d me both long and ⟨sincere,⟩
That none on the green was so gentle and ⟨fair,⟩
I listened with pleasure to Jamie’s tender tale
Beneath the pretty hawthorn that blooms in ⟨the⟩ vale.
That Blooms, &c.
O hark, says he, Nan, to the birds in the ⟨grove,⟩
How charming their song and enciting to ⟨love,⟩
The briars clad with roses perfume the ⟨passion⟩ gale.
And sweet’s the pretty hawthorn that blooms ⟨in⟩ the ⟨vale⟩
That blooms, &c.
His words were so moving, and looks soft ⟨and⟩ kind,
