The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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And aye my Chloris' dearest cbainij
She says she lo'es me best of a'.
Let others love the city,
And gaudy show at sunny noon
Gie me the lonely valley,
The dewy eve, and rising moon,
Fair-beaming, and streaming,
Her silver light the boughs amang
While falling, recalling.
The amorous thrush concludes her sane
There, dearest Chloris, wilt thou rove
By wimpling burn and leafy shaw,
And hear my vows o' truth and love.
And say thou lo'es me best of a' ?
HALF A FUND O' TOW,
FROM RECITATION.
Tune—The weary pund o' totv.
I BOUGHT my maiden and my wife
A half a pund o' tow,
And it will serve them a' their life,
Let them spin as they dow.
I thought my tow was endit
It wasna weel begun I
I think my wife will end her life
Afore the tow be spun.
I lookit to my yarn-nag,
And it grew never mair
I lookit to my beef-stand
My heart grew wonder sair ;
I lookit to my meal-boat.
And O, but it was howe I