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SOMEBODY.
Were I oblig’d to beg my bread,
And had not where to lay my head,
I’d creep where yonder flocks do feed,
And steal a look at somebody:
When I'm laid low, and am at rest,
And may be number’d with the blest,
Oh! may thy artless, feeling breast,
Throb with regard for somebody:
Ah! will you drop the pitying tear,
And sigh for the lost somebody.
But should I ever live to see
That form so much ador’d by me,
Then thou’lt reward my constancy,
And I’ll be blest with somebody:
Then shall my tears be dried by thee,
And I’ll be blest with somebody.
TWEEDSIDE.
Whan Maggy and I war acquaint,
I carried my noddle fu’ hie;
Nae hintwhite on a’ the gay plain,
Nae gowdspink sae bonnie as she.
