The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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The hawthorn I will pu', wi' its locks o' siller grey,
Where, like an aged man, it stands at break o' day
But the songster's nest within the bush I winna take
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And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May.
The woodbine I will pou when the e'enin' star is near.
And thediamond-draps o' dew shall be hereensae clear;
The violet's for modesty, which weel she fa's to wear
And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May.
I'll tie the posie round wi' the silken band o' luve,
And I'll place it in her breast, and I'll swear by a' above,
That to my latest breath o' life the band shall ne'er remove:
And this will be a posie to my ain dear May.
KIND ROBIN LO'ES ME.
Tune—Rohin Id'es mc.
Robin is my only jo,
For Robin has the art to lo'e
Sae to his suit I mean to bow,
Because I ken he lo'es me.
Happy, happy was the shower,
That led me to his birken bower,
Where first of love I fand the power^
And kenn'd that Robin lo'ed me.
They speak of napkins, speak of ringSy
Speak of gluves and kissin' strings ;
And name a thousand bonnie things,
And ca' them signs he lo'es me.
But I'd prefer a smack o' Rob,
Seated on the velvet fog,
To gifts as lang's a plaiden wab ;
Because I ken he lo'es me.
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