THRO' THE WOOD, LADDIE,
��Sawney, why leav'ft thou thy Nelly to mourn ? Thy prefence could eafe me, When natliing could pleafe me; Now dowie I figh on the banks of the burn, Or thro* the wood, laddie, uiitill thou return.
��Tho' woods are now bonny, and mornings are clear ;
While lav'rocks are finging,
And primrofes fpringing, Yet nane of t^em pleafes my eyne or my ear, When thro' the wood, laddie, ye dlnna appear.
��That I am forfaken, fome fpare not to tell ; I'm fafti'd wi' their fcorning, Baith ev'ning and morning ; Their jeering gacs aft Jo my heart wi' a knell, When thro' the wood, laddie, I wander my:elL
��Then ftay, my dear Sawney, nae langer away,
But quick as an arrow,
Hafte here to thy marrow, Wha's living in iangour till that happy day ; When thro' the woodj laddie, we'll dance, fing and pky,
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