JENNY OF ABERDEEN.
WHEN the Sun veil’d his face with the top of the Grampians,
And Nature was clad in her mantle of grey,
By tha ſide of my Jenny, to breathe the freſh fragrance,
On the Dee’s lovely banks I one evening did ſtray.
For calmneſs, it ſtreams glided on to the ocean;
On its ſurface the fiſhes gay ſporting were ſeen;
There wand’ring retir’d is my higheſt emotion,
With Jenny the flower of ſweet Aberdeen.
With lovely young Jenny,
With ⟨charming⟩ young Jenny,
With Jenny, the flower of ſweet Aberdeen.
The ſcene was delightful, inviting reflection,
And the blackbird’s ſhrill notes, as ſhe ſung through the grove.
To the water’s ſtill murmurs join’d all in connection,
To raiſe in my heart the ſoft feelings of love!
The Miſer’s cold heart is ſtill bent on its treaſure,
And honour is all the ⟨ambitous⟩ eſteem;
But I feel the higheſt of all earthly pleaſure
In the arms of young Jenny of ſweet Aberdeen.
With lovely, &c.
In ſpots thus retir’d, where Creation is breathing
The praiſe of its Maker in ſonnets of love.
The joys that I felt in my boſom then heaving,
Were next to the joys that the ſaints feel above!
