ur fame,
nor his warm urged wishes.
your bonie face sae mild and sweet,
his ho heart enamours,
and faith ye'll no be lost a whit,
tho' wair'd on willie chalmers.
auld truth hersel' might swear yer'e fair,
and honour safely back her;
and modesty assume your air,
and ne'er a ane mistak her:
and sic twa love-inspiring een
might fire even holy palmers;
nae wohen they've fatal been
to ho willie chalmers.
i doubt na fortune may you shore
some mim-mou'd pouther'd priestie,
fu' lifted up wi' hebr
Song—Willie Chalmers(2/4)