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Time flies swift, and will away,
time that's ever on the wings,
Doubting and suspence at best,
lovers late repentance coast;
Let us eager to be blest,
seize occasion ere 'tis lost.

Text divider from 'Bob and his landlady, or, The young soldier's frolic', an undated Scottish chapbook with no printing information

A NEW SONG.

I dream'd a dream last night,
God keep us a' frae sorrow:
I dream'd I pu'd the birk sae green
wi' my true love on Yarrow.

I'll read your dream my sister dear,
I'll tell you a' your sorrow;
You pu'd the birk wi' your true love;
he's kill'd, he's kill'd on Yarrow

O gentle wind, that bloweth south
to where my love repaireth,
Convey a kiss from his dear mouth,
and tell me how he fareth!

But o'er yon glen run armed men,
have wrought me dole and sorrow.
They've slain, they've slain the comliest swain
he bleeding lies on Yarrow.

FINIS.