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Ye'll break my heart. ye little birds,
that wanton on you flow'ry thorn;
Ye mind me of departed joys,
departed never to return.
Aft have I roam'd by bonny Doon,
to ſee the roſe and Woodbine twine,
Whar ilka bird ſang of it's love,
and ſae did wi' glee of mine.
Wi' lightſome heart I pu'd a roſe,
the ſweeteſt on it's thorny tree.
But my falſe love has flown the roſe,
and oh! he's left the thorn wi' me.
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THE SAILOR'S ADIEU.
THE topſail ſhiver in the wind,
the ſhip caſts to ſea;
But yet my ſoul my heart. my mind,
are. Mary, moor'd with thee:
For tho thy Sailor's bound afar,
Still love ſhall be his leading ſtar.
Should landsmen flatter when we're ſail'd,
O doubt their artful tales;
No gallant Sailor ever ſail'd,
if Cupid fill'd the ſails:
Thou art the compaſs of my ſoul,
Which ſteers my heart from pole to pole.