Ο N the Brow of Richmond Hill, Ev'ry Eye such Wonders fill, To view the Prospect round; By whose fair Fruitful side, The Silver Thames does softly glide, With brighter Glories blest my Eye, The Fields and Flowers do shine: Whose Features are Divine. See See the Beautious River run, To Charming Flesh and Blood; Nature all her Rural Joys, At large exposes to our Eyes, A Scotch SONG. 1 f : L Ads and Lasses Blith and Gay, By geud luck chanc'd to spy me; Willy tho' I muckle priz'd, Yet now I wou'd not know him Upon my Bosom lying; His beating Heart too thump'd so fast, But resolving to deny, An angry Passion feigning; Went off so discontented; VOL. I. X A A Scotch SONG. N Fanuary last, on Munnonday at Morn, I leaked me behind, and I saw come over the Knough, I bid gud morrow fair Maid, and she right courteouslie, Bekt lew and fine, kind Sir, she said, gud day agen to ye; I spear'd o her, fair Maid quo I, how far intend ye now? Quo she, I mean a Mile or twa, to yonder bonny brow. Fair Maid, I'm weel contented to have sike Company, For I am ganging out the Gate that ya intend ta be; When we had walk'd a Mile or twa, Ize said to her, my Doe, May I not dight your Apron fine, kiss your bonny brow. Nea, gud Sir, you are far misteen, for I am nean o'those, I hope ya ha more Breeding then to dight a Womans Cloaths; For I've a better chosen than any sike as you, Who boldly may my Apron dight and kiss ma bonny brow. Na, if ya are contracted, I have ne mar to say, rew, Will boldly let me dight her Apron, kiss her bonny brow. Sir, Ize see ya are proud-hearted, and leath to be said nay, You need not tall ha started, for eight that Ize ded say; You know Wemun for Modestie, ne at the first time boo, But, gif we like your Company, we are as kind as you. |