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Sic thoughts, dear Katie, ill combine
Wi’ beauty rare, and wit like thine;
Except yoursel’, my bonny queen,
I care for nought in Gowrie.
Since first I saw you in the sheal,
To you my heart’s been true and leal,
The darkest night I fear naa de’il,
Warlock or witch, in Gowrie.
Saft kisses on her lips I laid,
The blushes on her cheek soon spread;
The whisper’d modestly, and said,
O Pate, I’ll stay in Gowrie!
The auld folks soon gae their consent,
Syne for Mess John they quickly sent,
Wha ty’d them to their heart’s content,
And now she’s Lady Gowrie.
FAIR JENNY.
WHERE are the joys I have met in the
morning.
That danc’d to the larks early song?
Where is the peace that awaited my wandring,
At evening the wild-woods among!
