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THE SONGS OF BURNS.
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YOUNG PEGGY.

TUNE—'LAST TIME I CAM O'ER THE MUIR.'

Young Peggy blooms our boniest lass,Her blush is like the morning,The rosy dawn, the springing grass,With early gems adorning:Her eyes outshine the radiant beams.That gild the passing shower,And glitter o'er the crystal streams,And cheer each fresh'ning flower.
Her lips more than the cherries bright,A richer dye has grac'd them;They charm th' admiring gazer's sight,And sweetly tempt to taste them:Her smile is as the ev'ning mild,When feather'd pairs are courting,And little lambkins wanton wild,In playful bands disporting.
Were Fortune lovely Peggy's foe,Such sweetness would relent her,As blooming Spring unbends the browOf surly, savage Winter.Detraction's eye no aim can gainHer winning powers to lessen;And fretful envy grins in vain,The poison'd tooth to fasten.
Ye Pow'rs of Honour, Love, and Truth,From ev'ry ill defend her;Inspire the highly favour'd youthThe destinies intend her;Still fan the sweet connubial flameResponsive in each bosom;And bless the dear parental nameWith many a filial blossom.

I'LL AY CA' IN BY YON TOWN.

I'll ay ca' in by yon town,And by yon garden green again;I'll ay ca' in by yon town,And see my bonie Jean again.
There's nane sall ken, there's nane sall guess,What brings me back the gate again,But she, my fairest faithfu' lass,And stownlins we sall meet again.
She'll wander by the aiken treeWhen trystin-time draws near again;And when her lovely form I see,O haith, she's doubly dear again!

PRAYER FOR MARY.

TUNE—'BLUE BONNETS.'

Powers celestial, whose protectionEver guards the virtuous fair,While in distant climes I wander,Let my Mary be your care:Let her form sae fair and faultless,Fair and faultless as your own;Let my Mary's kindred spiritDraw your choicest influence down.
Make the gales you waft around herSoft and peaceful as her breast;Breathing in the breeze that fans her,Soothe her bosom into rest:Guardian angels, O protect her,When in distant lands I roam;To realms unknown while fate exiles me,Make her bosom still my home.
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