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THE MAID I LOVE.
SONG XXIV.
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The sinking sun smiles blythely,Amang the green-wood knowes;
Where the honey bee is hanging
At the lilly and the rose:
And the new flown thrushes,
Deep in the bloomy howes,
Sing kindly to my Nancie,
While she drives home the ewes.
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My love's a bonnie bird,In a summer morning flown,
When first on balmy wind it tries
Its wings of gorline down:
I have a golden dwelling
For to hold it in the town;
And may its song be pleasant,
As the sun sinks down.
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White beam her neck and forehead,Aneath her links of brown;
The smiling of her bonnie eyes,
Seems new from heaven stown.
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New to its stature grown;
Beneath its pleasant shade,
I could aye lie down.
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How blest is the morn sun,That keeks in on thee;
How blest too the small bird,
Which wakes thee from the tree.
When I seek the grace of heaven,
I will seek it in thine e'e;
For if it beams nae there, I wot
On earth it cannot be.
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