* * * O, ONCE I lov’d a bonnie lass, Aye, and I love her still, And whilst that virtue warms my breast I love my handsome Nell Fal lal de ral, &c. As bonnie lasses I hae seen, And mony full as braw, But for a modest gracefu’ mien The like I never saw. A bonnie lass, I will confess, Is pleasant to the ee, But without some better qualities She’s no a lass for me. But Nelly’s looks are blithe and sweet, And what is best of a’, Her reputation is complete, And fair without a flaw. She dresses aye sae clean and neat, Both decent and genteel; And then there’s something in her gait Gars ony dress look weel. A gaudy dress and gentle air May slightly touch the heart, But it’s innocence and modesty That polishes the dart. ‘Tis this In Nelly pleases me, ‘Tis this enchants my soul! For absolutely in my breast She reigns without control. |
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