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THE SONGS OF BURNS.

DELUDED SWAIN.

TUNE—'THE COLLIER'S DOCHTER.'

Deluded Swain, the pleasureThe fickle Fair can give thee,Is but a fairy treasure,Thy hopes will soon deceive thee.
The billows on the ocean,The breezes idly roaming,The clouds' uncertain motion,They are but types of woman.
O! art thou not ashamedTo doat upon a feature?If man thou wouldst be named,Despise the silly creature.
Go, find an honest fellow;Good claret set before thee:Hold on till thou art mellow,And then to bed in glory.

SONG.

TUNE—'THE QUAKER'S WIFE.'

THINE am I, my faithful fair,Thine, my lovely Nancy;Ev'ry pulse along my veins,Ev'ry roving fancy.
To thy bosom lay my heart,There to throb and languish:Tho' despair had wrung its core,That would heal its anguish.
Take away these rosy lips,Rich with balmy treasure!Turn away thine eyes of love,Lest I die with pleasure!
What is life when wanting love?Night without a morning!Love's the cloudless summer sun,Nature gay adorning.

WILT THOU BE MY DEARIE?

A NEW SCOTS SONG.

TUNE—'THE SUTOR'S DOCHTER.'

Wilt thou be my dearie?When sorrow wrings thy gentle heart,Wilt thou let me cheer thee?By the treasure of my soul,That's the love I bear thee!I swear and vow that only thouShalt ever be my dearie—Only thou, I swear and vow,Shalt ever be my dearie.
Lassie, say thou lo'es me;Or if thou wilt na be my ain,Say na thou'lt refuse me:If it winna, canna be,Thou for thine may choose me,Let me, lassie, quickly die,Trusting that thou lo'es me—Lassie, let me quickly die,Trusting that thou lo'es me.
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