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Dear Belly Bell and Mary Gray,
Ye unco fair oppress us ;
Ye are fic bonny laffes :
To ane by law we're ftented ;
And be with ane contented.
I'll never leave thee.
jeave me, Tofields where cannons rair, thou need na grieve thee : For deep in my spirits thy sweets are indented ;
í And love shall preserve ay what love has imprinted. Leave thee, leave thee, I'll never leave thee, Gang the warld as it will, deareft, believe me.
NELLY. o Jonny, I'm jealous whene'er ye discover My sentiments yielding, ye'll turn a loose rover ; And nought i' the warld wad vex my heart fairer, If you prove unconstant, and fancy ane fairer. Grieve me, grieve me, oh it wad grieve me ! A' the lang night and day, if you deceive me.
JONNY My Nelly, let never fic fancies oppress ye, For, while my blood's warm, I'll kindly caress ye: Your blooming faft beauties first beeted love's fire, Your vertue and wit make it ay fame the higher. Leave thee, leave thee, I'll never leave thee, Gang the warld as it will, deareft, believe me.
NELLY Then, Jonny, I frankly this minute allow ye To think me your miltriss, for love gars me trow ye;
And gin you prove fause, to ye'r sell be it faid then,
My Deary, if you
die. OVE never more shall give me pain,
fancy's fix'd on thee ; Nor ever maid my heart shall gain,
My Peggy, if thou die.
Thy love's so true co me:
My deary, if thou die.
If fate shall tear thee from my breaft,
How shall I lonely ftray ?
In fighs the filent day.
Nor such perfection fee :
My Peggy, after thee.
No new blown beaaty fires my
Muft all the world engage.
Gave joy and life to me ;
And when its destin'd day is done,
With Peggy let me die.
And in such pleasure share ;
With pity view the fair.
Those charms so dear to me;
I'm loft, if Peggy die.
My yo J A N E T.
When ye come by the Bass then,
Buy me a keeking glass then. Keek into the draw well,
Janet, Janet; And there ye'll fee ye'r bonny sell,
My Yo Janet.
What if I shou'd fa'in,
fell for fin. Had the better be the brae,
Janet, Janet; Had the better be the brae,
My Yo Janet. Good Sir, for your courtesie,
Coming through Aberdeen then, For the love ye bear to me,
Buy me a pair of shoon then.
My o Janet.
But what if dancing on the green,
And skipping like a mawking,
Of me they will be tauking.
My J. Janet.
When.ye gae to the cross then, For the love ye bear to me,
Buy me a pacing horse then. Pace upo' your fpinning-wheel,
Janet, Janet, Pace upo your spinning-wheel,
My y Janet.
My spinning-wheel is auld and ftiff,
The rock o't winna ftand, Sir, To keep the temper-pin in tiff,
Employs aft my hand, Sir, Make the best o't that
Janet, Janet; But like it never wale a man,
My Jo Janet.
To the Tune of, John Anderson my Jo.
Since time that truth does prove ?
But never will with love. 'Tis either cunning or disdain
That does such ways allow ; The first is tare, the last is vain :
May neither happen you.
For For if it be to draw me on,
You over-act your part ; And if it be to have me gone,
You need not haff that art :
That seems to be a frown,
The rest shall be my own.
Auld ROB MORRIS.
M I TH E R.
He's the king of good fellows, and wale of auld Has fourscore of black theep, and fourscore too ; Auld Rob Morris is the man ye maun loo.
DOUGH T E R.
M I T H E R.
DOUGH T E R.
M IT H E R.