Yellow-hair'd laddie/The yellow-hair'd laddie
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The YELLOW-HAIR'D LADDIE.
IN April, when primroses paint the sweet plain,
And summer approaching rejoiceth the swain;
The yellow-hair'd Laddie would often-times go
To wilds and deep glens, where the hawthorn trees grew.
There, under the shade of an old sacred thorn,
With freedom he sung his loves ev'ning and morn:
He sung with so soft and inchanting a sound,
That Sylvians and Faries unseen danc'd around.
The Shepherd thus sung, Tho' young Maya be fair
Her beauty is dash'd with a scornfu' proud air;
But Susie was handsome, and sweetly could sing,
Her breath's like the breezes perfum'd in the spring.
That Madie in all the gay bloom of her youth,
Like the moon was unconstant, and never spoke truth:
But Susie was faithful, good humour'd and free,
And fair as the Goddess who sprung from the sea.
That mama's fine daughter with all her great dow'r,
Was aukwardly airy, and frequently sowr:
Then, sighing, he wish'd, would parents agree,
The witty sweet Susie his mistress might be.