Had away from me, Donald, p.165.

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O Come away, come away, 

Come away wi’ me, Jenny; 

Sic frowns I canna bear frae ane 

Whase smiles anes ravish’d me, Jenny: 

If you’ll be kind, you’ll never find 

That ought sall alter me, Jenny; 

For you’re the mistriss of my mind, 

What e’er you think of me, Jenny


First when your sweets enslav’d my heart, 

You seem’d to favour me, Jenny; 

But now, alas! you act a part 

That speaks unconstancy, Jenny

Unconstancy is sic a vice, 

‘Tis not befitting thee, Jenny; 

It suits not with your virtue nice 

To carry sae to me, Jenny

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