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Were fortune lovely Peggy's foe,

Such sweetness would relent her,
As blooming spring unbends the brow

Of surly savage winter.
Detraction's eye no aim can gain,

Her winning powers to lessen ;
And fretful envy grins in vain

The poison'd tooth to fasten.
Ye powers of honour, luve, and truth,

From every ill defend her ;
Inspire the highly-favour'd youth,

The destinies intend her:
Still fan the sweet connubial flame

Responsive in each bosom,
And bless the dear parental name

With many a filial blossom.

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TRUE hearted was he, the sad swain o' the

Yarrow, And fair are the maids on the banks o' the

Ayr, But by the sweet side o' the Nith's winding

river, Are lovers as faithful, and maidens as fair : To equal young Jessie seek Scotland all over ;

To equal young Jessie you seek it in vain; Grace, beauty, and elegance fetter her lover,

And maidenly modesty fixes the chain.

Oh, fresh is the rose in the gay dewy morning,

And sweet is the lily at evening close ; But in the fair presence o' lovely young Jessie

Unseen is the lily, unheeded the rose. Love sits in her smile, a wizard ensnaring ;

Enthron'd in her een he delivers his law : And still to her charms she alone is a

strangerHer modest demeanour's the jewel of a'!

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