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OF race divine thou needs must be,
Since nothing earthly equals thee;
For heaven’s sake, oh! favour me,
Who only lives to love thee.
Ann thou were my ain thing,
I would love thee, I would love thee;
Ann thou were my ain thing,
How dearly would I love thee!
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The gods one thing peculiar have,
To ruin none whom they can save;
O! for their sake, support a slave,
Who only lives to love thee.
Ann thou were, &c.
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To merit I no claim can make,
But that I love, and for your sake,
What man can name, I’ll undertake,
So dearly do I love thee.
Ann thou were, &c.
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My passion, constant as the sun,
Flames stronger still will ne’er have done,
Till fates my threed of life have spun,
Which breathing out I’ll love thee.
Ann thou were, &c.
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Like bees that suck the morning dew,
Frae flowers of sweetest scent and hew,
Sae wad I dwell upo’ thy mou,
And gar the Gods envy me.
Ann thou were, &c.
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Sae lang’s I had the use of light,
I’d on thy beauties feast my sight,
Syne in saft whispers through the night,
I’d tell how much I loo’d thee,
Ann thou were, &c.
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How fair and ruddy is my Jean,
She moves a Goddess o’er the green;
Were I a king, thou should be queen,
Nane but my sell aboon thee.
Ann thou were, &c.
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I’d grasp thee to this breast of mine,
Whilst thou, like ivy, or the vine,
Around my stronger limbs shou’d twine,
Form’d hardy to defend thee.
Ann thou were, &c.
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Time’s on the wing, and will not stay,
In shining youth let’s make our hay,
Since love admits of nae delay,
O let nae scorn undo thee.
Ann thou were, &c.
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While love does at his altar stand,
Hae there’s my heart, gi’e me thy hand,
And, with ilk smile thou shalt command
The will of him wha loves thee.
Ann thou were, &c.
– Authors Unknown.
