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Thy image fine presents me syne,
an’ taks a’ rest frae me;
An’ while I dream, in your esteem,
you reckon me your fae.
Which is a sign ye will be mine,
dear Jenny sayna na’,
But soon comply, or else I die,
sae tell me but a flaw;
If thou can love, there’s none above
thee, I can fancy sae;
I would be blest, if I but wist
that ye wou’d shake my strae.
She, wi’ a smile, said, ye’re beguil’d,
I mauna fancy thee;
My mither bauld, she would me scauld,
sae dinna die for me.
But yet I own, as I’m near grown
a woman, since it’s sae,
I'll marry thee, syne ye’ll get me
to shake your Pease Strae.
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THE
MINISTER’s MAID:
WHEN I was a bonny wie lassie,
I lived by yon river side;
A bonny wie laddie courted me,
for to make me his bride:
My master being one of the Clergy,
I kentna weel how to do;
But I courted ay wi’ my laddie,
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