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SONG XIV. The COMMENDATION.

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Tune, Have at the Widow, my Laddie.

My Johny's a laddie that's lightsome and fair;
Few gallants, I think, can wi' him compare;
Kind fortune has given him to me for my share.
Sae, well's me of my bonny laddie.
His face is so lovely, so pleasant he smiles,
That many young lassy I'm sure he beguiles;
There is none more happy in broad Europe's isles,
Than me and my bonny gay laddie.
My mother she frown'd, but now she is glad,
And loves my sweet Johny; her fury is laid,
She gave him her blessing, and all that she had,
In a jointure to my bonny laddie.

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My Johny he's active, couragious and bold;
He values not riches, nor silver, nor gold;
He's virtuous and constant in love; so I'll hold,
Few imitate my bonny laddie.
He reads, and he speaks, and he sings with an air,
That outstrips the warblers that fly in the air:
His sweet charming notes they fully declare
The worthiness of my gay laddie.
He's heartsome and cheary, and always content;
In wisdom and learning, and in merriment,
His quiet sober life hereto he hath spent;
That fits him to be my sweet laddie.
Let ladies of honour chuse gallants that's brave,
But should I live single none such I would have;
In such a preferment I would be a slave,
If robb'd of my bonny sweet laddie.
The flocks that he tended may bleat and be wae;
The lav'rocks and lintwhites, they a' may be sae,
Since he from their company must come away
To be my dear love and my laddie.
The deserts were homely when he was in them;
His music it would make a wild savage tame:
For in me it raised a tormenting flame,
Till I once enjoy'd my sweet laddie.