The works of Allan Ramsay edited by Burns Martin ... and John W. Oliver [... and Alexander M. Kinghorn ... and Alexander Law] |
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Ann thou were my ain Thing.
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Ann thou were my ain Thing.
Ann
thou were my ain Thing,
I would love thee, I would love thee;
Ann thou were my ain Thing,
How dearly would I love thee.
I would love thee, I would love thee;
Ann thou were my ain Thing,
How dearly would I love thee.
Like Bees that suck the Morning Dew
Frae Flowers of sweetest Scent and Hew,
Sae wad I dwell upo' thy Mou,
And gar the Gods envy me.
Ann thou were, &c.
Frae Flowers of sweetest Scent and Hew,
Sae wad I dwell upo' thy Mou,
And gar the Gods envy me.
Ann thou were, &c.
Sae lang's I had the Use of Light,
I'd on thy Beauties feast my Sight,
Syne in saft Whispers through the Night,
I'd tell how much I loo'd thee.
Ann thou were, &c.
I'd on thy Beauties feast my Sight,
Syne in saft Whispers through the Night,
I'd tell how much I loo'd thee.
Ann thou were, &c.
How fair and ruddy is my Jean!
She moves a Goddess o'er the Green:
Were I a King, thou shou'd be Queen,
Nane but my sell aboon thee.
Ann thou were, &c.
She moves a Goddess o'er the Green:
Were I a King, thou shou'd be Queen,
Nane but my sell aboon thee.
Ann thou were, &c.
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I'd grasp thee to this Breast of mine,
Whilst thou, like Ivy, or the Vine,
Around my stronger Limbs shou'd twine,
Form'd hardy to defend thee.
Ann thou were, &c.
Whilst thou, like Ivy, or the Vine,
Around my stronger Limbs shou'd twine,
Form'd hardy to defend thee.
Ann thou were, &c.
Time's on the Wing, and will not stay,
In shining Youth let's make our Hay,
Since Love admits of no Delay,
O! let na Scorn undo thee.
Ann thou were, &c.
In shining Youth let's make our Hay,
Since Love admits of no Delay,
O! let na Scorn undo thee.
Ann thou were, &c.
While Love does at his Altar stand,
Hae there's my Heart, gi'e me thy Hand,
And with ilk Smile thou shalt command
The Will of him wha loves thee.
Ann thou were, &c.
Hae there's my Heart, gi'e me thy Hand,
And with ilk Smile thou shalt command
The Will of him wha loves thee.
Ann thou were, &c.
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