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And as they walk’d, of love they talk’d,
and joys which lovers crown'd.
And now the ſun had roſe to noon,
the zenith of his power,
When to a ſhade their ſteps they made,
to paſs the mid-day hour.
The bonny lad row’d in his plaid
the laſs, who ſcorn’d to frown;
the ſoon forgot the ewes ſhe ſought,
and he to gang to town.
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JAMIE THE ROVER.
Of all the days that’s in the year,
The tenth of June I love moſt dear ;
And for his ſake theſe robes I’ll wear,
For he alone is all my care,
Young Jamie you call the Rover.
The faireſt flowers of white and blue,
I’ll wear a robe of that ſame hue,
All this and mere for him I’ll do.
Young Jamie you call the Rover.
