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Or committees if thou erect,
or go on such a score.
I'll smiling mock at thy neglect,
and never love thee more.
But if no faithless action stain
thy love and constant word,
I'll make thee famous by my pen,
and glorious by my sword.
I'll serve thee in such noble ways,
as ne'er was known before:
I'll deck and crown thy head with hays,
and love thee more and more
henry's cottage maid.
AH where ⟨can⟩ fly my soul's true love?
Sad I wander this lone grove;
Sighs and tears for him I shed,
Henry is from Laura fled
Thy love to me thou didst impart,
Thy love soon won my virgin heart;
But dearest ⟨Henry⟩ thou'st betray'd
Thy love with thy poor cottage-maid.
Thro' the vale my grief appears,
Sighing ⟨sae⟩ with pearly tears:
Oft thy image is my theme,
As I wander on thy green:
See from my cheek the colour flies,
And love's sweet hope within me flies;
For oh! dear ⟨Henry,⟩ thou'st betray'd
Thy love with ⟨thy poor⟩ village-maid
GLASGOW,
Printed by J. and M. Robertson, Saltmarket, 1805.
