The works of Allan Ramsay edited by Burns Martin ... and John W. Oliver [... and Alexander M. Kinghorn ... and Alexander Law] |
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The Mill, Mill,—O.
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The Mill, Mill,—O.
A SONG.
Beneath a green Shade I fand a fair Maid
Was sleeping sound and still—O,
A' lowan wi' Love my Fancy did rove,
Around her with good Will—O;
Her Bosom I press'd, but sunk in her Rest
She stirdna my Joy to spill—O:
While kindly she slept close to her I crept,
And kiss'd, and kiss'd her my fill—O.
Was sleeping sound and still—O,
A' lowan wi' Love my Fancy did rove,
Around her with good Will—O;
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She stirdna my Joy to spill—O:
While kindly she slept close to her I crept,
And kiss'd, and kiss'd her my fill—O.
Oblig'd by Command in Flanders to land,
T'employ my Courage and Skill—O;
Frae 'er quietly I staw, hois'd Sails and awa,
For Wind blew fair on the Bill—O.
Twa Years brought me hame, when loud fraising Fame
Tald me with a Voice right shill—O,
My Lass like a Fool had mounted the Stool,
Nor kend wha'd done 'er the Ill—O.
T'employ my Courage and Skill—O;
Frae 'er quietly I staw, hois'd Sails and awa,
For Wind blew fair on the Bill—O.
Twa Years brought me hame, when loud fraising Fame
Tald me with a Voice right shill—O,
My Lass like a Fool had mounted the Stool,
Nor kend wha'd done 'er the Ill—O.
Mair fond of her Charms, with my Son in her Arms,
I ferlying speer'd how she fell—O,
Wi' a Tear in her Eye, quoth she, let me die,
Sweet Sir, gin I can tell—O.
Love gae the Command, I took her by th'Hand,
And bade her a' Fears expell—O,
And nae mair look wan, for I was the Man
Wha had done her the Deed my sell—O.
I ferlying speer'd how she fell—O,
Wi' a Tear in her Eye, quoth she, let me die,
Sweet Sir, gin I can tell—O.
Love gae the Command, I took her by th'Hand,
And bade her a' Fears expell—O,
And nae mair look wan, for I was the Man
Wha had done her the Deed my sell—O.
My bonny sweet Lass on the gowany Grass,
Beneath the Shilling-hill —O.
If I did Offence I'se make ye Amends
Before I leave Peggy's-Mill—O.
O the Mill, Mill—O, and the Kill, Kill—O,
And the Cogging of the Wheel—O;
The Sack and the Sive, a' thae ye maun leave,
And round with a Soger reel—O.
Beneath the Shilling-hill —O.
If I did Offence I'se make ye Amends
Before I leave Peggy's-Mill—O.
O the Mill, Mill—O, and the Kill, Kill—O,
And the Cogging of the Wheel—O;
The Sack and the Sive, a' thae ye maun leave,
And round with a Soger reel—O.
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