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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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373<br />
LOVE INVITING REASON.<br />
Tune—" Chami ma chattle, ne duceskar wze."*<br />
When innocent pastime our pleasure did crown,<br />
Upon a green meadow, or under a tree,<br />
Ere Annie became a fine lady in toun,<br />
How lovely, and loving, and bonnie was she !<br />
Rouse up thy reason, my beautiful Annie,<br />
Let ne'er a new whim ding thy fancy ajee ;<br />
Oh ! as thou art bonnie, be faithfu' and cannie,<br />
And favour thy Jamie wha doats upon thee.<br />
Does the death <strong>of</strong> a lintwhite give Annie the spleen ?<br />
Can tyning <strong>of</strong> trifles be uneasy to thee ?<br />
Can lap-dogs and monkeys draw tears frae these een,<br />
That look with indifference on poor dying me ?<br />
Rouse up thy reason, my beautiful Annie,<br />
Oh !<br />
And dinna prefer a paroquet to me ;<br />
as thou art bonnie, be prudent and cannie,<br />
And think on thy Jamie wha doats upon thee.<br />
Ah I<br />
Or yet a wee coatie, though never so fine,<br />
Gar thee gi'ow forgetfu', and let his heart bleed,<br />
That anes had some hope <strong>of</strong> purchasing thine ?<br />
Rouse up thy reason, my beautiful Annie,<br />
4.nd dinna prefer your flageeries to me ;<br />
Oh ! as thou art bonnie, be solid and cannie,<br />
And tent a true lover that doats upon thee.<br />
should a new manteau or Flanders lace head,<br />
Shall a Paris edition <strong>of</strong> newfangled Sawney,<br />
Though gilt o'er wi' laces and fringes he be,<br />
* I am asleep ; do not waken me.