9;, round her brows;
i took her for some scottish muse,
by that same token;
and e to stop those reckless vows,
would soon been broken.
a “hair-brain'd, seal trace”
was strongly marked in her face;
a wildly-witty, rustic grace
shone full upon her;
her eye, ev'n turn'd oy space,
beam'd keen with honour.
down flow'd her robe, a tartan sheen,
till half a leg was scrimply seen;
an' such a leg! my bonie jean
could only peer it;
sae straught, sae taper, tight an' —
nane else came near it.
her mantle rge, of
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