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THE PARTING KISS.
JOCKEY'S ta'en the parting kiss,
o'er the mountains he is gane;
And with him is all my bliss,
nought but griefs with me remain.
Spare my love ye winds that blaw,
plashy sleets and beating rain;
Spare my love thou feath'ry snaw,
drifting o'er the frozen plain.
When the shades of evening creep,
o'er the day's fair gladsome e'e,
Sound and safely may he sleep,
sweetly blythe his wak’ning be.
He will think on her he loves,
fondly he'll repeat her name;
For whare'er he distant roves,
Jockey's heart is still at hame.
THE BIRD
THE bird that hears her nestling song,
