The Yellow-hair’d Laddie, pp.45-46.

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IN April, when Primroses paint the sween plain, 

And Summer approkching rejoyceth the swain; 

The Yellow-hair’d Laddie would oftentimes go 

To wilds and deep glens, where the hawthorn-trees grow. 

– 

There, under the shade of an old sacred thorn, 

With freedom he sung his loves ev’ning and morn: 

He sung with so saft and inchanting a sound, 

That Silvans and Fairies unseen danc’d around. 

– 

The shepherd thus sang, Tho’ young Maya be fair, 

Her beauty is dash’d with a scornfu’ proud air; 

But Susie was handsome, and sweetly could sing, 

Her breath like the breezes perfum’d in the spring. 

– 

That Madie in all the gay Bloom of her youth, 

Like the moon was unconstant, and never spoke truth: 

But Susie was faithful, good-humour’d and free, 

And fair as the goddess who sprung from the sea. 

– 

That mamma’s fine daughter, with all her great 

Was aukwardly airy, and frequently sow’r: (dow’r, 

Then, sighing, he wished, would Parents agree, 

The witty sweet Susie his Mistress might be. 

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