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Hat Beauties does Flora disclose ?
Both Nature and Fancy exceed.
Not all the gay Flowers of the Field, Not Tweed gliding gently thro' those,
Such Beauty and Pleasure does yield.
The Warblers are heard in the Grove,
The Linnet, the Lark and the Thrush, The Black-bird, and sweet cooing Dove,
With Mufick enchant ev'ry Bush. Come let us go forth to the Mead,
Let us see how the Primroses spring, We'll lodge in Comc Village on Tweed, And love while the feather'd Folks ling.
How does my love pass the long Day?
Does Mary not 'tend a few Sheep? Do they never carelesly Atray,
While happily she lyes asleep?
Kind Nature indulging my Bliss,
No Beauty with her may compare, Love's Graces all round her do dwell,
She's faireft, where Thousands are fair. Say, Charmer, where do thy Flocks ftray?
Oh! tell me at Noon where they feed; Shall I seek them on sweet winding Tay, Or the pleasanter Banks of the Twerd.
SON G. To the Tune of, wo's my Heart thas we
S Hamilla then my own,
O the Dear, the charming Treasure!
SEE whai mingling Charms arise,