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Were fortune lovely Peggy's foe,
Such sweetness would relent her,
Of surly savage winter.
Her winning powers to lessen ;
The poison'd tooth to fasten.
From every ill defend her ;
The destinies intend her:
Responsive in each bosom,
With many a filial blossom.
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'!