470. Song—She says she loes me best of a'

 SAE flaxen were her ringlets,
 Her eyebrows of a darker hue,
Bewitchingly o’er-arching
 Twa laughing e’en o’ lovely blue;
Her smiling, sae wyling.

 Wad make a wretch forget his woe;
What pleasure, what treasure,
 Unto these rosy lips to grow!
Such was my Chloris’ bonie face,
 When first that bonie face I saw;
And aye my Chloris’ dearest charm—
 She says, she lo’es me best of a’.



Like harmony her motion,
 Her pretty ankle is a spy,
Betraying fair proportion,
 Wad make a saint forget the sky:
Sae warming, sae charming,
 Her faultless form and gracefu’ air;
Ilk feature—auld Nature
 Declar’d that she could do nae mair:
Hers are the willing chains o’ love,
 By conquering Beauty’s sovereign law;
And still my Chloris’ dearest charm—
 She says, she lo’es me best of a’.



Let others love the city,
 And gaudy show, at sunny noon;
Gie me the lonely valley,
 The dewy eve and rising moon,
Fair beaming, and streaming,
 Her silver light the boughs amang;
While falling; recalling,
 The amorous thrush concludes his sang;
There, dearest Chloris, wilt thou rove,
 By wimpling burn and leafy shaw,
And hear my vows o’ truth and love,
 And say, thou lo’es me best of a’.

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