THE HAWTHORN.
Last midsummer morning as going to the fair
I met with young Jamie, was taking the air;
He asked me to stay, and indeed he did ⟨prevail⟩
Beneath the pretty hawthorn that blooms in ⟨the⟩ vale,
That blooms in the valley, that blooms in ⟨the⟩ vale.
Beneath the pretty hawthorn that blooms in ⟨the⟩ vale.
He said he had lov’d me both long and ⟨sincere,⟩
That none on the green was so gentle and ⟨fair,⟩
I listened with pleasure to Jamie’s tender tale
Beneath the pretty hawthorn that blooms in ⟨the⟩ vale.
That Blooms, &c.
O hark, says he, Nan, to the birds in the ⟨grove,⟩
How charming their song and enciting to ⟨love,⟩
The briars clad with roses perfume the ⟨passion⟩ gale.
And sweet’s the pretty hawthorn that blooms ⟨in⟩ the ⟨vale⟩
That blooms, &c.
His words were so moving, and looks soft ⟨and⟩ kind,
Convinc’d me the youth had no guile in his mind,
My heart too confess’d him the flower of the dale,
⟨Beneath⟩ the pretty hawthorn that blooms in the vale,
That blooms, &c,
⟨Yet⟩ I oft bade him go for I could no longer stay,
⟨But⟩ leave me he would not nor let me away;
⟨Still⟩ pressing his suit and at last he did prevail,
⟨Beneath⟩ the pretty hawthorn that blooms in the vale.
That blooms, &c.
⟨Now⟩ tell me ye maids how could I refuse,
⟨His⟩ lips they were sweet, and so binding his vows:
⟨We⟩ went and were married, and Jamie loves me still
⟨And⟩ we live beside the hawthorn that blooms in the vale.
⟨That⟩ blooms in the valley that blooms in the vale,
⟨We⟩ live beside the hawthorn that blooms in the vale.