THOMAS PARNELL
But when without art
Your kind thoughts you impart, When your love runs in blushes through every vein ; When it darts from your eyes, when it pants in your heart,
Then I know you're a woman again.
There 's a passion and pride
In our sex (she replied), And thus, might I gratify both, I would do. Still an angel appear to each lover beside,
But still be a woman to you.
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��ALLAN RAMSAY 448 Peggy
rY Peggy is a young thing, Just enter'd in her teens, Fair as the day, and sweet as May, Fair as the day, and always gay, My Peggy is a young thing,
And I'm not very auld, Yet well I like to meet her at
The wawking of the fauld.
My Peggy speaks sae sweetly Whene'er we meet alane, I wish nac mair to lay my care, I wish nae mair of a' that 's rare;
448 wawking] watching.
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