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SONGS.
My Patie is a Lover Gay.
My Patie is a lover gay,
His mind is never muddy,
His breath is sweeter than new hay,
His face is fair and ruddy.
His shape is handsome, middle size;
He's comely in his walking;
The shining of his een surprise;
Tis heaven to hear him talking.
Last night I met him on a bank,
Where yellow corn was growing,
There monie a kindly word he spak,
That set my heart a glowing.
He kissed, and vowed, he would be mine.
And loo'd me best of ony;
That gars me like to sing ⟨sinsyne⟩,
O corn rigs are bonnie.
