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TO MARY.
Wintry blasts nae langer bla';
Spring returns wi' smilin' face;
Mountains cast their caps o' sna',
Nature shews ilk pleasin' grace:
Now, Mary, quit thy cot sae dear,
And love, true love, shall be our theme,
As pleas'd we mark the changin' year,
Where wild woods wave o'er Eden's stream.
Spring returns wi' smilin' face;
Mountains cast their caps o' sna',
Nature shews ilk pleasin' grace:
Now, Mary, quit thy cot sae dear,
And love, true love, shall be our theme,
As pleas'd we mark the changin' year,
Where wild woods wave o'er Eden's stream.
Linnets court on ilka bush;
Lavrocks soar abuin the lea;
Loudest o' the lave, the thrush,
Cheers his mate frae tree to tree:
O'er hill and moor, in mead or bow'r,
Ilk joy's to mak fond love a theme;
Like them, we'll pass the e'enin' hour,
Where wild woods wave o'er Eden's stream.
Lavrocks soar abuin the lea;
Loudest o' the lave, the thrush,
Cheers his mate frae tree to tree:
O'er hill and moor, in mead or bow'r,
Ilk joy's to mak fond love a theme;
Like them, we'll pass the e'enin' hour,
Where wild woods wave o'er Eden's stream.
Blest wi' thee, nought mair I'll prize;
Suin will hasten life's decline,
Dead'nin' a' our earthly joys;
—Say, to-morrow thou'lt be mine!
I swear by that consentin' smile,
To think o' this delightfu' theme!
Here beats a heart shall ne'er know guile,
While wild woods wave o'er Eden's stream!
Suin will hasten life's decline,
Dead'nin' a' our earthly joys;
—Say, to-morrow thou'lt be mine!
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To think o' this delightfu' theme!
Here beats a heart shall ne'er know guile,
While wild woods wave o'er Eden's stream!
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