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... a constant Treasure . Let Poets in fublimest Lays , Imploy their Skill her Fame to raise ; Let Sons of Mufick pafs whole Days , With well - tun'd Reeds to pleafe her . The The Tellow - hair'd Laddie . IN April when Primroses ( 78 )
... a constant Treasure . Let Poets in fublimest Lays , Imploy their Skill her Fame to raise ; Let Sons of Mufick pafs whole Days , With well - tun'd Reeds to pleafe her . The The Tellow - hair'd Laddie . IN April when Primroses ( 78 )
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Allan Ramsay. The Tellow - hair'd Laddie . IN April when Primroses paint the fweet Plain , And Summer approaching rejoiceth the Swain , The Yellow - hair'd Laddie would often times go To Wilds and deep Glens , where the Hawthorn - trees ...
Allan Ramsay. The Tellow - hair'd Laddie . IN April when Primroses paint the fweet Plain , And Summer approaching rejoiceth the Swain , The Yellow - hair'd Laddie would often times go To Wilds and deep Glens , where the Hawthorn - trees ...
Page 84
... . All Charms difclos'd , the looks more bright Than Troy's Prize the Spartan Queen , With breaking Day he lifts his Sight , And to be with bonny Jean . pants ** Auld Throw the Wood Laddie . O Sandy , why leaves ( 84 )
... . All Charms difclos'd , the looks more bright Than Troy's Prize the Spartan Queen , With breaking Day he lifts his Sight , And to be with bonny Jean . pants ** Auld Throw the Wood Laddie . O Sandy , why leaves ( 84 )
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Allan Ramsay. Throw the Wood Laddie . O Sandy , why leaves thou thy Nelly to mourn ? Thy Prefence cou'd cafe me , When naithing can please me . Now dowie I ... Laddie ye dinna appear . H THAT THAT I am forfaken , some spære no to tell ( 85 )
Allan Ramsay. Throw the Wood Laddie . O Sandy , why leaves thou thy Nelly to mourn ? Thy Prefence cou'd cafe me , When naithing can please me . Now dowie I ... Laddie ye dinna appear . H THAT THAT I am forfaken , some spære no to tell ( 85 )
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... Laddie , I wander my fell . THEN ftay , my dear Sandy , mae lang- er away , But quick as an Arrow , Haft here to thy Marrow , Wha's living in Langour till that happy Days When throw the Wood , Laddie , we'll dance , fing , and play ...
... Laddie , I wander my fell . THEN ftay , my dear Sandy , mae lang- er away , But quick as an Arrow , Haft here to thy Marrow , Wha's living in Langour till that happy Days When throw the Wood , Laddie , we'll dance , fing , and play ...
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