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If e'er we meet she shews disdain,
She looks as ne'er acquainted.
The bonny hush bloom'd fair in May
Its sweets I'll ay remember;
Rut now her frowns make it decay.
It fades as in December.
Ye rural bow'rs, who, hear my strains
Why thus should Preggy grieve me;
Oh! make her partner in my pains,
Then let her smiles relieve me,
If not, my love will turn despair,
My passione no more tender;
I'll leave the bush aboon Traquair,
To lonely wilds I'll wander.
FOR LAKE OF GOLD.
For lake of gold she’s left me, O,
And of all that’s dear bereft me, O,
She me forsook, for a great duke.
And to endless woe she has left me O.
A star and garter has more art,
than youth, a true and faithful heart,
I o empty titles we must part.
And for glitt'ring show she's left me O.
