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My thoughts with ecstasies rejoice,
And drap the haill creation.
Whene'er she smiles a kindly glance,
I take the happy omen,
And after mint to make advance,
Hoping she'll prove a woman,
But dubious of my ain desert;
My sentiments I smother;
With secret sighs I vex my heart,
For fear she loves another.
Thus sang blate Edie by a burn,
His Christy did o'er-hear him;
She doughtna let her lover mourn;
But e'er he wist drew near him;
She spake her favour with a look,
Which left nae room to doubt her;
He wisely this white minnte took.
And flang his arms about her.
My Christy!———witness, bonny stream,
Sic joy frae tears arising;
I wish this may na be a dream;
O love the maist surprising!
Time was too precious now for talk;
This point of a' our wishes,
He wadna with set speeches bauk,
But war'd it a' on kisses,
