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Thus widely remov'd from the fair,
where my vows, my devotion I owe,
Soft hope is the relique I bear,
and my ſolace wherever I go.
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JOHNNY and MARY.
DOwn the burn and thro' the mead,
his golden locks wav'd o'er his brow,
Johnny lilting, tun'd his reed,
and Mary wip'd her bonny mou'
Dear ſhe lo'ed the well known ſong,
while her Johnny, blithe and young,
Sung her praiſe the whole day long.
Down the burn and thro' the mead,
his golden locks wav'd o'er his brow,
Johnny lilting, tun'd his reed,
and Mary wip'd her bonny mou'.
Coſtly claiths ſhe had but few;
of rings and jewels nae great ſtore,
Her face was fair. her love was true,
and Johnny wiſely wiſh'd nae mair:
Love's the pearl the ſhepherd's prize,
o'er the mountain, near the fountain,
Love delights the ſhepherd's eyes.
Down the burn, &c.
Gold and titles give not health,
and Johnny cou'd nae theſe impart;
Youthfu' Mary's greateſt wealth
