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POEMS.
My een subdued by passing years,
For gowd ye'd gladly gie, laddie,
And let their diamonds melt in tears,
For loss o' luve and thee, laddie.
For gowd ye'd gladly gie, laddie,
And let their diamonds melt in tears,
For loss o' luve and thee, laddie.
Tho' gowd the greedy packman guides,
It ne'er had weight wi' me, lassie;
In nature's glen, whare pleasance bides,
Frae thoughts o' pelf we're free, lassie.
It ne'er had weight wi' me, lassie;
In nature's glen, whare pleasance bides,
Frae thoughts o' pelf we're free, lassie.
O! lead me to your leesome bour,
Whare Avon glides sae fine, laddie,
And lang may Luve appreive the hour,
That links my fate to thine, laddie.
Whare Avon glides sae fine, laddie,
And lang may Luve appreive the hour,
That links my fate to thine, laddie.
