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Alas ! 572 my fond heart will break, If thou should leave me : I'll live and die for thy sake, Yet never leave thee. Say, lovely Adonis, say, Has Mary deceived thee ? Did e'er her young heart betray New love, that has grieved thee ? My constant mind ne'er shall stray Thou may believe me. I'll love thee, lad, night and day, And never leave thee. Adonis, my charming youth, What can relieve thee ? Can Mary thy anguish soothe ? This breast shall receive thee. My passion can ne'er decay, Never deceive thee ; Delight shall drive pain away. Pleasure revive thee. But leave thee, leave thee, lad, How shall I leave thee ? Oh I that thought makes me sad ; I'll never leave thee ! Where would my Adonis fly ? Why does he grieve me ? Alas I my poor heart will die, If I should leave thee.* « From the Tea-Table Miscellany, 1724. ;
373 LOVE INVITING REASON. Tune—" Chami ma chattle, ne duceskar wze."* When innocent pastime our pleasure did crown, Upon a green meadow, or under a tree, Ere Annie became a fine lady in toun, How lovely, and loving, and bonnie was she ! Rouse up thy reason, my beautiful Annie, Let ne'er a new whim ding thy fancy ajee ; Oh ! as thou art bonnie, be faithfu' and cannie, And favour thy Jamie wha doats upon thee. Does the death of a lintwhite give Annie the spleen ? Can tyning of trifles be uneasy to thee ? Can lap-dogs and monkeys draw tears frae these een, That look with indifference on poor dying me ? Rouse up thy reason, my beautiful Annie, Oh ! And dinna prefer a paroquet to me ; as thou art bonnie, be prudent and cannie, And think on thy Jamie wha doats upon thee. Ah I Or yet a wee coatie, though never so fine, Gar thee gi'ow forgetfu', and let his heart bleed, That anes had some hope of purchasing thine ? Rouse up thy reason, my beautiful Annie, 4.nd dinna prefer your flageeries to me ; Oh ! as thou art bonnie, be solid and cannie, And tent a true lover that doats upon thee. should a new manteau or Flanders lace head, Shall a Paris edition of newfangled Sawney, Though gilt o'er wi' laces and fringes he be, * I am asleep ; do not waken me.
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Alas !<br />
572<br />
my fond heart will break,<br />
If thou should leave me :<br />
I'll live and die for thy sake,<br />
Yet never leave thee.<br />
Say, lovely Adonis, say,<br />
Has Mary deceived thee ?<br />
Did e'er her young heart betray<br />
New love, that has grieved thee ?<br />
My constant mind ne'er shall stray<br />
Thou may believe me.<br />
I'll love thee, lad, night and day,<br />
And never leave thee.<br />
Adonis, my charming youth,<br />
What can relieve thee ?<br />
Can Mary thy anguish soothe ?<br />
This breast shall receive thee.<br />
My passion can ne'er decay,<br />
Never deceive thee ;<br />
Delight shall drive pain away.<br />
Pleasure revive thee.<br />
But leave thee, leave thee, lad,<br />
How shall I leave thee ?<br />
Oh I that thought makes me sad ;<br />
I'll never leave thee !<br />
Where would my Adonis fly ?<br />
Why does he grieve me ?<br />
Alas I my poor heart will die,<br />
If I should leave thee.*<br />
« From the Tea-Table Miscellany, 1724.<br />
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