The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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Wi' healtli we'll liae plenty—I'll never gang gaudy
I ne'er wish'd for mair than a heart that is true.
She hid her fair face in her true lover's bosom
The saft tear of transport fill'd ilk lover's ee ;
The burnie ran sweet by their side as they sabbit,
And sweet sang the mavis abune on the tree.
He clasp'd her, he press'd her, he ca'd her his hinnie,
And aften he tasted her hinnie-sweet mou'
And aye, 'tween ilk kiss, she sighed to her Johnie
Oh laddie I oh laddie I weel weel can ye woo I
O WHA IS SHE THAT LOES ME.
BURNS.
Tune—" Morag.''
; ;
O WHA is she that loes me.
And has my heart a-keeping ?
O sweet is she that loes me,
As dews o' simmer weeping,
In tears the rose-bud steeping :
O that's the lassie o' my heart,
My lassie ever dearer ;
O that's the queen o' womankind.
And ne'er a ane to peer her.
If thou shalt meet a lassie
In grace and beauty charming,
That e'en thy chosen lassie,
Erewhile thy breast sae warming,
Had ne'er sic powers alarming
O that's, &c.
If thou hadst heard her talking.
And thy attentions plighted,
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