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(illegible text)l recreations I'll now reſign them,
in ſilent places I mean to rove,
my prayers completely I'il offer daily,
in adoration near Willow-grove.

(illegible text)e ſupreme Deities, ſay, will I gain her!
will I obtain her, can I intrude
(illegible text)n you my faireſt, what ſhall I ſay love,
but that I'm almoſt crazy for Mary Booth.


'TWAS YES, KIND SIR.

THE ruddy morn blinks o'er the brac,
as blithe I gade to milk my kine,
When near the winding burn of Tay,
wi' bonny gait, and twa black een;
A highland lad fae kind me tent,
ſaying, Sonſy laſs, how's a' wi' you?
Shall I your pail tak o'er the bent?
'twas yes, kind Sir, and I thank you too.

Again he met me i'the e'en,
(illegible text) I was linken o'er the lee,
To join the dance upo' the green,
and ſaid, blithe laſs, I'll gang wi' thee;
(illegible text)e braw he look'd in the highland gear,
his tartan plaid, and bonnet blue,
heart ſtraight whiſper'd in my ear,
ſay yes, kind Sir, and I thank you too.

We danc'd until the gleaming moon,
ga'e notice that it was time to part,
Thought the reel was done o'er ſoon,
for ah! the lad had ſtown my heart;
He faw me hame acroſs the plain,
then kiſt me ſweet, I vow its true,
(illegible text)at when he aſk'd to kiſs again,
'twas yes, kind Sir, and I thank you too.