Maggy Lauther (1824, Edinburgh)/Bonny Christy

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Bonny Christy.

How sweetly smells the simmer green!Sweet tastes the peach and cherry:Painting and order please our een,And claret makes us merry:But finest colours, fruits and flowers,And wine, though I be thirsty,Lose a' their charms and weaker powers,Compar'd wi' those of Christy.
When wandering o'er the flowery park,No natural beauty wanting, ​How lightsome is't to hear the lark,And birds in concert chaunting!But if my Christy tunes her voice,I'm wrapt in admiration;My thoughts with extacies rejoice,And drap the hale creation.
Whene'er she smiles a kindly glance,I take the happy omen,And aften mint to mak advance,Hoping she'll prove a woman;But dubious of my ain desert,My sentiments I smother;With secret sighs I vex my heart,For fear she loves another.
Thus sang blate Edie by the burn,His Christy did o'er hear him,She doughtna let her lover mourn,But e'er he wist drew near him.She spake her favour wi' a look,Which left nae room to doubt her;He wisely this kind minute took,And flang his arms about her.
My Christy witness bonnie stream,Sic joy frae fears arising ​I wish this mayna be a dream,O love the maist surprising!Time was too precious now for talk,This point of a' his wishes,He wadna with set speeches bauk,But war'd it a' on kisses.

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