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SONG X. O'er the Muir to Meggy.
And I'll o'er the muir to Meggy;
Her smiles stir up my passion;
All other maids, though ne'er so fine,
I'll court but for the fashion.
When I'm o'ercome wi' care or grief,
Or when a cross torments me,
Her smiling face yields me relief,
And presently contents me.
Her smiles stir up my passion;
All other maids, though ne'er so fine,
I'll court but for the fashion.
When I'm o'ercome wi' care or grief,
Or when a cross torments me,
Her smiling face yields me relief,
And presently contents me.
Her lovely looks chear up my heart,
And gars me look ay canty;
My vital life will soon depart,
Dear Meggy, gin I want thee.
Sae dinna break my tender heart,
By your unconstant dealing;
Your absence proves a grieving smart,
And hads my heart ay failing.
And gars me look ay canty;
My vital life will soon depart,
Dear Meggy, gin I want thee.
Sae dinna break my tender heart,
By your unconstant dealing;
Your absence proves a grieving smart,
And hads my heart ay failing.
My heart lyes in her bosom fair;
I have it not in keeping;
Ilk night I have for her a care,
And dream of her when sleeping.
Among the croud of nymphs I gaze,
With fondness, till I spy her;
All my affections turn a blaze,
The instant that I eye her.
I have it not in keeping;
Ilk night I have for her a care,
And dream of her when sleeping.
Among the croud of nymphs I gaze,
With fondness, till I spy her;
All my affections turn a blaze,
The instant that I eye her.
The pleasant tune delights my ear,
Call'd, O'er the Muir to Meggie;
Her very name gars me forbear
To let my thoughts a-vaguing.
Let ilka lad aft change his love,
For me I'll still be loyal:
I never shall my mind remove,
Without her flat denial.
Call'd, O'er the Muir to Meggie;
Her very name gars me forbear
To let my thoughts a-vaguing.
Let ilka lad aft change his love,
For me I'll still be loyal:
I never shall my mind remove,
Without her flat denial.
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