The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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HAUD AWA FRAE ME, DONALD.
Tune—Donald.
DONALD.
O, COME awa^ come awa,
Come awa wi' me, Jenny
Sic frowns I canna bear frae ane,
Whase smiles ance ravish'd me, Jenny.
If you'll be kind, you'll never find
That ought shall alter me, Jenny
For ye're the mistress of my mind,
Whate'er you think of me, Jenny
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First when your sweets enslaved my heart,
Ye seem'd to favour me, Jenny
But now, alas ! you act a part
That speaks inconstancie, Jenny.
Inconstancie is sic a vice,
It's not befitting thee, Jenny
It suits not with your virtue nice.
To carry sae to me, Jenny.
JENNY.
O, baud awa, bide awa,
Haud awa frae me, Donald !
Your heart is made ower large for ane-~«
It is not meet for me, Donald.
Some fickle mistress you may find
Will jilt as fast as thee, Donald ;
To ilka swain she will prove kind.
And nae less kind to thee, Donald :
But I've a heart that's naething such ;
'Tis fill'd wi' honestie, Donald.
I'll ne'er love mony ; I'll love much ;
I hate all levitie, Donald,
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