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| 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. | 5 |
| 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; | 10 |
| And aye my Chloris’ dearest charm— | |
| She says, she lo’es me best of a’. | |
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| Like harmony her motion, | |
| Her pretty ankle is a spy, | |
| Betraying fair proportion, | 15 |
| 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: | 20 |
| 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’. | |
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| Let others love the city, | 25 |
| 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; | 30 |
| 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, | 35 |
| And say, thou lo’es me best of a’. | |
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