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Blithe Jockey's looks her heart did move, To fpeak her mind thus free ;
Gang down the burn my gentle love, I'll follow,
Gang down the burn my gentle love, And foon I'll follow thee.
Now Jockey did each lad furpafs
That dwelt on this burn fide ; And Mary was a bonny lafs,
Juft meet to be a bride : Her cheeks were rofy red and white,
Her eyes were azure blue ; Her looks were like Aurora bright,
Her lips like dropping dew.
What pafs'd, I guefs, was harmlefs play,
And nothing fure unmeet ; For. ganging home, I heard them fay,
They iik'd a walk fo fweet : His cheek to her's he fondly laid ;
She cry'u, fweet love, be true; And when a wife as now a maid,
To death I'll Mow you.
��OLD TOYVLER.
BRIGHT Chanticleer proclaims the dawn, And fpangles deck the thorn ; 1 he lowing herds now quit the lawn The lark firings from the corn : gb, huatfmen, round the window throng, Fleet Towkr leads toe cry ;
Arife
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