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But time and my prayers may perhaps yet restore him,
Blest peace may restore my dear shepherd to me,
And when he returns with such care I'll watch o'er him,
He never shall leave the sweet banks of the Dee.
The Dee then shall flow, all it's beauties displaying,
The lambs on its banks shall again be seen playing,
While I with my Jamie am carlessly straying,
And tasting again all the sweets of the Dee.
GO PLAINTIVE SOUNDS.
Go plaintive sounds! and to the fair,
My secret wounds impart,
Tell all I hope, tell all I fear,
Each motion in my heart.
But she methinks is list'ning now,
To some enchanting strain,
The smile that triumphs o’er her brow,
Seems not to heed my pain.
Yes, plaintive sounds, yet, yet delay
Howe'er my love repine,
Let that gay minute pass away,
The next perhaps is thine.
Yes, plaintive sounds, no longer crost,
Your griefs shall soon be o'er,
Her cheek undimpled now has lost,
The smile it lately wore.
