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Τ Ε Α - Τ Α Β L E
Behold and listen, while the fair
The Ninth EDITION,
of any yet published
LONDON: 270 g
Printed for and Sold by A. Millar at Buchanan's
To ilka lovely British lass,
Frae ladies Charlotte, Anne and Jean, Down to ilk bony singing Bess,
Wha dances barefoot on the green.
Wha ne'er to serve you shall decline, Kneeling wad your acceptance crave,
When he presents this sma’ propine.
Then take it kindly to your care,
Revive it with your tunefu' notes: Its beauties will look sweet and fair,
Arising saftly through your throats.
When tented by a sparkling eye,
While kettles dringe on ingles dour,
Or clashes stay the lazy lass;
And gayly vacant minutes pass.
E’en while the tea's fill’d reeking round,
Rather than plot a tender tongue, Treat a' the circling lugs wi' sound,
Syne safely fip when ye have sung.
May happiness had up your hearts,
And warm you lang with loving fires : May pow'rs propitious play their parts,
In matching you to your desires.