with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns
with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns
84 Has kill'd the kindest heart That e'er felt Cupid's dart, And never can desert From loving thee. MY DEAHIE, IF THOU PIE. Another beautiful song of Crawford's. ' Thy Love never more shall give me pain, My fancy's fix'd on thee, Nor ever maid my heart shall gain. My Peggy, if thou die. Thy beauty doth such pleasure give, love's so true to me. Without thee I can never live, My dearie, if thou die. If fate shall tear thee from my breast. How shall I lonely stray In dreary dreams the night I'll waste. In sighs, the silent day. I ne'er can so much virtue find, Nor such perfection see ; Then I'll renounce all woman kindy« My Peggy, after the«.
85 No new-blown beauty fires my heart, With Cupid's raving rage ; But thine, which can such sweets impart. Must all the world engage. 'Twas this, that like the morning sun, Gave joy and life to me ; And when its destin'd day is done. With Peggy let me die. Ye powers that smile on virtuous love, And in such pleasure share You who its faithful flames approve. With pity view the fair: Restore my Peggy's wonted charms. Those charms so dear to me Oh ! never rob them from these arms I'm lost if Peggy die. SHE ROSE AND LET ME IN. The old set of this song, which is still to be found in printed collections, is much prettier than this : but somebody, I believe it was Ramsay, took it into his head to clear it of some seeming inde^
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84<br />
Has kill'd the kindest heart<br />
That e'er felt Cupid's dart,<br />
And never can desert<br />
From loving thee.<br />
MY DEAHIE, IF THOU PIE.<br />
Another beautiful song of Crawford's.<br />
' Thy<br />
Love never more shall give me pain,<br />
My fancy's fix'd on thee,<br />
Nor ever maid my heart shall gain.<br />
My Peggy, if thou die.<br />
Thy beauty doth such pleasure give,<br />
love's so true to me.<br />
Without thee I can never live,<br />
My dearie, if thou die.<br />
If fate shall tear thee from my breast.<br />
How shall I lonely stray<br />
In dreary dreams the night I'll waste.<br />
In sighs, the silent day.<br />
I ne'er can so much virtue find,<br />
Nor such perfection see ;<br />
Then I'll renounce all woman kindy«<br />
My Peggy, after the«.
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