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Your charms are all believe me
eclipsed on Logie green.
Forgive my passion tender,
Heaven so much grace did lend her,
And made my heart surrender
to Nan of Logie green.
No more the town delights me,
Its noisy tumult frights me,
I'll go where love invites me,
to Nan of Logie green.
My heart shall ne'er deceive her,
I ne'er in life shall leave her,
In love and peace for ever,
we'll live on Logie green.
ROSLIN CASTLE.
’Twas in that season of the year,
When all things gay and sweet appear,
That Colin with the morning ray,
Arose and sung his rural lay.
Of Nanny's charms the shepherd sung;
The hills and dales with Nanny rung:
While Roslin Castle heard the swain,
And echo'd back the cheerful strain.
Awake sweet muse, the breathing spring,
With rapture warms; awake, and sing;
Awake, and join the vocal throng,
And hail the morning with a song,
