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But warily tent, when ye come to court me,
And come na unless the back-yett be a-jee;
Syne up the back-stile, and let naebody see,
And come as ye were na comin' to me.

take care gate, ajar

then

not

But, beauty, how frail and how fleeting-
The bloom of a fine summer's day!
While worth in the mind o' Phillis

my

Will flourish without a decay.

(Bruce, mounted only on a little poney, struck De Bohrun with his battle axe so terrible a blow, that he was hurled, dead, to the ground. Hist of Sotland,

Lay the proud usurpers low
Tyrants fall in every foe

COME, LET ME TAKE THEE TO MY BREAST.
AIR-Cauld Kail.

COME, let me take thee to my breast,

And pledge we ne'er shall sunder;
And I shall spurn as vilest dust
The warld's wealth and grandeur:
And do I hear my Jeanie own

That equal transports move her?
I ask for dearest life alone

That I may live to love her.

Thus in my arms, wi' all thy charms,
I clasp my countless treasure;
I'll seek nae mair o' heaven to share,
Than sic a moment's pleasure:
And by thy een sae bonnie blue,
I swear I'm thine for ever!
And on thy lips I seal my vow,
And break it shall I never!

world's

no more

such eyes