g?OTCH SONGS. I thought upon the witching smile That caught my youthful fancy. At length I reaeh'd the bonze glen, .V?there early life I sported; I pa?'d the mill, and trysting thom, Whom Nancy aft I courted; - Who spied I but my ain dear maid Down by her mother's ? dwelling; And turn'd me round to hide the tiood That in my een was $wolling, Wi' altoi'd voice, quoth I, sweet lass, Sweet as yon hawthofn's bl?m,. O! happy, happy may he be, That's dearest to thy bosom! My purse is light, I've far to gang, And fain Wad be thy lodger; ' I've serv'd my king and country long; Take pity on a nedge?. Sae wistfully she gaz'd on me, And lovelier wa? than ever; O. uo' she, a sodger anco I lo'ed, Forget him shall I never; � Our humble cot and hamely fare, Ye freely shall partake it; That gallant badge, the dear cockade, Ye're welcome for the sake o't. She ga?'d?he redden'd like a rose-- Syne !?le like ony lily, She sunk within my arms, and cried, Art thou my ain dear Willie? By him who made yon sun and sky, By whom true !ove's regarded, I am the man; and thus may still True 1over? be rewarde&
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