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WITHIN A MILE ON EDINBURGH TOUN.
Then I would clasp thee in my arms,Then I'd secure thee from all harms,For above all mortal thou hast charms— How dearly do I lo'e thee.         An' thou were, &c.
Of race divine, thou needs must be,Since nothing earthly equals thee;So I must still presumptuous be, To show how much I lo'e thee!         An' thou were, &c.
The gods one thing peculiar have,To ruin none whom they can save;Oh! for their sake support a slave, Who only lives to lo'e thee!         An' thou were, &c.
To merit I no claim can make,But that I love, and for your sake;—What man can more, I'll undertake, So dearly do I lo'e thee!         An' thou were, &c.
My passion, constant as the sun,Flames stronger still, will ne'er have done,Till fate my thread of life has spun, Which, breathing out I'll lo'e thee,         An' thou were, &c.
Within a Mile of Edinburgh Toun.
'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh toun, In the rosy time of the year;Sweet flowers bloomed, and the grass was down, And each shepherd wooed his dear.    Bonnie Jockie, blythe and gay,    Kissed young Jenny making hay:The lassie blushed, and frowning cried, "Na, na, it winna do;I canna, canna, winna, winna, maunna buckle to."[1]
  1. ↑ Join in marriage.
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