She Says She Loes Me Best Of A
she says she loes me best of a'
tune—“oonagh's waterfall.”
sae fxen were her ris,
her eyebrows of a darker hue,
bewitgly o'er-arg
twa ughing e'en o' lovely blue;
her smiling, sae wyling.
wad make a wretch fet his woe;
leasure, 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
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