True lover's garland (1)/The lass at the mill
THE LASS AT THE MILL.
By the side of a stream at the foot of a hill,
I met with young Nancy who lives at the mill,
My heart leapt with joy at so pleasing a sight,
For Nancy I vow is my only delight.
I told her my love and sat down by her side;
And swore the next morning I d make her my bride
In anger she said, Get out of my sight,
And go to your Jenny, you met here last night.
Surpriz'd, I replied, Pray explain what you mean,
I never, I vow, with young Jenny was seen;
Nor can I conceive what my Nancy is at.
O can't you! she cry'd: well I love you for that.
Say did you not meet her last night on this spot?
O Jamie! O Jamie! you can't have forgot;
I heard the whole story this morning from Mat;
You still may deny it, I love you for that.
’Tis false. I reply d, dear Nancy believe;
For Mat is a rover, and means to deceive:
You very well know he has ruin'd young Pat,
And sure my dear charmer must hate him for that.
Come, come then, she cry'd, if you man to be kind,
I'll own 'twas to know the true state of your mind.
Transported, I kiss'd her, she gave me a pat;
I made her my wife, and she loves me for that.
FINIS.
Falkirk———T. Johnston, Printer.