The Galloway shepherds/Love inviting reason

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LOVE Inviting REASON.

Tune—Chami my Chattle, ne duce skar me.

WHen innocent pastime our pleasure did crown,
upon a green meadow, or under a tree,
E’er Annie became a fine lady in town,
how lovely, and loving, and bonny was she?
Rouze up thy reason, my beautifu’ Annie,
let ne’er a new whim ding thy fancy agee;
O! as thou art bonny be faithfu’ and canny,
and favour thy Jamie wha doats upon thee!

Does the death of a lintwhite give Annie the spleen,
can tyning of trifles be uneasy to thee!
Can lap-dogs and monkies draw tears frae these een,
that looks with indifference on poor dying me!
Rouze up thy reason my beatifu’ Annie,
and dinna prefer a paroquet to me;
O! as thou art bonny, be prudent and canny,
and think on thy Jamie who doats upon thee.

Ah! thou’d a new mantua or Flanders lac’d head,
or yet a wee cottie, tho’ never so fine,
Gar thee grow forgetfu’, and let his: heart bleed,
that anes had some hope of purchasing thine?
Rouze up thy reason, my beautifn’ Annie,
and dinna prefer your fleegaries to me;
O! as thou art bonny be faithfu' and canny,
and tain’t a true lover that donts upon thee.

Shall a Paris edition of new-fangle Sany
tho’ gilt o’er wi’ laces and fringes he be,
By adorning himself, be admir’d by fair Annie,
and aim at those benisons promis’d to me:
Rouze up thy resson my beautifu’ Annie,
and never prefer a light dancer to me;
O! as thou art bonny, be constant and canny,
love only thy Jamie who donts upon thee.

O! think my dear charmer, on ilka sweet hour,
that shade away saftly between thee and me,
E'er squirrels, or beaus, or sopp’ry had power,
to rival my love and impels upon thee.
Rouze up thy reason my beautifu’ Annie,
and let thy desires be a’ center’d in me;
O! as thou art bonny, be faithfu’ and canny,
and love him wha’s langing to center in thee.