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34

SONG XII. The amorous Shepherd.

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Tune, Wat ye wha I met yestreen.

Na, Katie winna look sae low,
As notice me upo' the green;
Haith I am doild, because 'tis so,
That she is high and I am mean.
But, if the fates wad favour me,
And turn her to a lower guise,
Or make me rich, that I might be
An equal match to my dear prize;
With confidence I then wad fly,
And court my bonny Katie syne;
No mortal monarch's state wad I
Think half so bless'd as that of mine.
Though I had a' the world wide
At my ain government to stand,
Nane but my Katie should be bride,
Or join with me in Hymen's band.