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Chor. And twine it well my bonny dow,
and twine it weel the plaiden;
The laſſie loſt ber ſilken ſnood,
in pu'ing of the bracken.
He prais'd my e'en, fae bonny blue,
fae lily white my ſkin, O;
And ſyne he pried my bonny mou',
and ſwore it was nae ſin, O. And, &c.
But he has left the laſs he loo'd,
his ain true love forſaken
Which gars me fair to greet the ſnood
I loſt among the bracken. And, &c.
TO SIGNORA CUZZONI.
LITTLE Syren of the ſtage,
Charmer of an idle age,
Empty warbler, breathing lyre,
Wanton gale of fond déſire.
Bane of every manly art,
Sweet enfeebler of the heart;
Oh! too pleaſing is thy ſtrains
Hence to ſouthern ſtrains again.
Tuneful miſchief, vocal ſpell,
To this iſland bid farewel:
Leave us as we ought to be,
Leave the Britons rough and free.
GLASGOW,
Printed by J. & M. Robertſon, Saltmarket, 1802.
