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Nan of Logie.Green.
By pleaſure long infected,
Kind Heaven, when leaſt expected,
My devious path directed
To Nan of Logie-green ;
Where thouſand ſweets repoſe 'em;
In quiet's unruffled buſom,
I found my peerleſs bloſſem,
The pride of Logie-green.
The city Belle. Perchance, ay
Will blame my youthful fancy,
But the ne'er ſaw my Nancy,
The pride of Logie-green:
Her cheek the vermeil roſe is,
Her ſmile a Heaven d(illegible text),
No lily-lear that blew is
So fair on Logie-green.
Ye town-bred fair forgive me,
Your arms muſt ne'er leave me,
Your charms are all. believe me,
Eclipſ'd in Logie-green.
Forgive my paſſions tender,
Heaven ſo much grace d(illegible text)d her,
And made my heart ſurrender
To Nan of Logie-green,
