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I LO'ED NE'ER A LADDIE BUT ANE.
Sung by Miss Stephens and Miss Paton. Words by Macneill
Air, -" My lodging is on the cold ground."
I lo'ed ne'er a laddie but ane, He lo'ed ne'er a lassie but me; He's willing to mak me his ain, And his ain I'm willing to be : He has eoft me a rokelay o' blue, And a pair o' mittins o green; The price was a kiss o' my mou', And I paid him the debt yestreen.
Let ithers brag weel o' their gear, Their land and their lordlie degree ; I carena for ought but my dear, For he's ilka thing lordlie to me: His words are sae sugar'd, sae sweet! His sense drives ilk fear far awa; I listen- poor fool ! --and I greet, Yet bow sweet are the tears as they fa'!
HOPE TOLD A FLATTORING TALE.
Author unknown. Arranged by Mazzinght.
Hope told a flattering tale, That joy would soon return, Ah! nought my sighs avail, For love is doom'd to mourn.
Oh! Where's the flatterer gone? From me for ever flown ; The happy dream of love is e'er, And life, alas! can charm no more.
