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Bonny Christy.
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Bonny Christy.
How sweetly smells the Simmer Green?
Sweet taste the Peach and Cherry;
Painting and Order please our Een,
And Claret makes us merry:
But finest Colours, Fruits and Flowers,
And Wine, tho' I be thirsty,
Lose a' their Charms and weaker Powers,
Compar'd with those of Christy.
Sweet taste the Peach and Cherry;
Painting and Order please our Een,
And Claret makes us merry:
But finest Colours, Fruits and Flowers,
And Wine, tho' I be thirsty,
Lose a' their Charms and weaker Powers,
Compar'd with those of Christy.
When wand'ring o'er the flowry Park,
No nat'ral Beauty wanting;
How lightsome is't to hear the Lark,
And Birds in Consort chanting?
But if my Christy tunes her Voice,
I'm rapt in Admiration;
My Thoughts with Extasies rejoice,
And drap the hale Creation.
No nat'ral Beauty wanting;
How lightsome is't to hear the Lark,
And Birds in Consort chanting?
But if my Christy tunes her Voice,
I'm rapt in Admiration;
My Thoughts with Extasies rejoice,
And drap the hale Creation.
When e'er she smiles a kindly Glance,
I take the happy Omen,
And aften mint to make Advance,
Hoping she'll prove a Woman.
But dubious of my ain Desert,
My Sentiments I smother,
With secret Sighs I vex my Heart,
For fear she love another.
I take the happy Omen,
And aften mint to make Advance,
Hoping she'll prove a Woman.
But dubious of my ain Desert,
My Sentiments I smother,
With secret Sighs I vex my Heart,
For fear she love another.
Thus sang blate Edie by a Burn,
His Christy did o'er-hear him;
She doughtna let her Lover mourn,
But e'er he wist drew near him.
She spake her Favour with a Look,
Which left nae Room to doubt her;
He wisely this white Minute took,
And flang his Arms about her.
His Christy did o'er-hear him;
She doughtna let her Lover mourn,
But e'er he wist drew near him.
She spake her Favour with a Look,
Which left nae Room to doubt her;
He wisely this white Minute took,
And flang his Arms about her.
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My
Christy!—witness bony Stream,
Sic Joys frae Tears arising;
I wish this may na be a Dream:
O Love the maist surprising
Time was too precious now for Tauk,
This Point of a' his Wishes;
He wadna with set Speeches bauk,
But wair'd it a' on Kisses.
Sic Joys frae Tears arising;
I wish this may na be a Dream:
O Love the maist surprising
Time was too precious now for Tauk,
This Point of a' his Wishes;
He wadna with set Speeches bauk,
But wair'd it a' on Kisses.
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