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I. LOVE : PERSONAL 11
Thus ev'ry kind their pleasure find,
The savage and the tender ; Some social join, and leagues combine ;
Some solitary wander: A vaunt, away ! the cruel sway,
Tyrannic man's dominion ; The sportsman's joy, the murd'ring cry,
The fluttering, gory pinion !
But Peggy dear, the evening's clear,
Thick flies the skimming swallow; The sky is blue, the fields in view,
All fading green and yellow : Come let us stray our gladsome way,
And view the charms of Nature ; The rustling corn, the fruited thorn,
And ev'ry happy creature.
We'll gently walk, and sweetly talk,
Till the silent moon shine clearly; I'll grasp thy waist, and fondly prest,
Swear how I love thee dearly: Not vernal show'rs to budding flow'rs,
Not autumn to the farmer, So dear can be, as thou to me,
My fair, my lovely charmer!
No. 12. Full well thou knowst I love thee, dear.
Tune : Rothiemurchie's rant.
Chorus. Fairest maid on Devon banks, Crystal Devon, winding Devon, Wilt thou lay that frown aside, And smile as thou wert wont to do ?
Full well thou know'st I love thee, dear, Couldst thou to malice lend an ear? O, did not love exclaim :—' Forbear, Nor use a faithful lover so!'
Then come, thou fairest of the fair, Those wonted smiles, O let me share; And by thy beauteous self I swear
No love but thine my heart shall know.