Orpheus Caledonius.
45
XVIII.
Corn Riggs are bonny.
MY Tatie is a Lover gay,
His Mind is never muddy,
His Breath is fweeter than new Hay,
His Face is fair and ruddy.
His Shape is handfome, middle Size >
He's ftately in his wawking :
Thefhiningof his Een furprifej
Tis Heaven to hear him tawking.
Laft Night I met him on a Bawfc,
Where yellow Corn was growing,
There mony a kindly Word he fpake,
That fet my Heart a glowing.
He kifs'd, and vow*d he wad be mine.
And loo'd me beft of ony 5
That gars me like to fmg finfyne,
Corn Riggs are bonny.
Let Maidens of a filly Mind,
Refufe what maift they're wantin
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