love poem

Can ye love lowland lassie the Tweed and the Forth
 Can ye love the high rock and the mountain a blea
Can ye bear like the winweed the blight o' the north
 Then come Lowland Lassie for ever with me
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My dear Lowland Lassie o' gold I've no lacking
 My bieldin stands firm on the ledges o' rock
A' covered wi' woodbine & theaked o'er wi brakin
 A chair for yoursen and a corner for Jock

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My ain Lowland Lassie my dear Lowland Lassie
 As dear as the life light that beams in my e'e

Thy tender bosom weeps indeed
To see a sparrow die
While time shall spoil that lovely face
& never drop a sigh

Oh come as it will come or come if it shall come
If Sally but smiles the winter turns spring
Come joy or come sorrow if t'will come & welcome
Let my Sally smile on while my ballads I sing
I'll sing o' the Hawthorn and grove o' grey willows
Where Sally and I sat a courting all day
When I kiss'd her red cheeks oer two snowy pillows
Not one word o' resentment she found for to say —

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Love is the immortal souls delight
For " God is love" we see
I love His seasons day and night
His world so fair and free
The evening breeze and morning gale
And Gods own masterpiece
Woman! Thy joys can never fail
Our pleasures to increase

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I loved sweet woman from a boy
They are Gods types o' love
Wi' bosoms white all full o' joy
Wafting our thoughts above

I love the rath primroses pale brimstone primroses
That bloom in the thick wood and i' the green closes
I love the primroses whenever they come
Where the blue fly sits pensive & humble bees hum
The pale brimstone primroses come at the spring
Swept over and fann'd by the wild thrushes wing
Bow'd down to the leaf cover'd ground by the bees
Who sing their spring ballads thro bushes & trees

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Oh come to him who loves thee best
Oh come to him who loves thee
Thy bosom be his place of rest
Thine eyes like heaven above thee
Oh come to him that loves thee best
My Susan come to him
Wi gown as crimson as the west
Straw hat and ribbons trim

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The dew is on the primrose pale
And on the white thorn buds
Oh come wi me and walk the vale
And honeysuckle woods
Let thy young spirit fancy me
With mine the hours employ
As one let us together be
All happiness! All joy!

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I met my love in summer days
On Sundays in the morn
And prov'd it in a thousand ways
While walking through the corn
I pull'd her as she stept the stile
Back just to kiss her cheek
She just rebuk'd me by a smile
I felt it all the week.

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With stick before I beat the dew
Where heavy laid the grain
For black and glossy was her shoe
Her new gown without stain
I put the envious brier away
That dangled for her sleeve
And cut the bramble from the spray
That they no wounds might leave.

There are days to remember
Whose sunshine hath set
Where loves dying ember
But kindles regret
How aches the fond bosom
To look on the past
Where Edens gates close em
On joys first & last
& now unreposing
On the world we are cast

Vetches; both yellow, and blue,
Grew thick in the meadow lane,
Isabellas shawl kept off the dew,
As thickly upon her it came,
A thorn bush caught her umbrella,
As though it would bid her to stay,
But the loving, and loved Isabella,
Went laughing, and walking away.

Arise, my Isabel, arise,
The sun shoots forth his early ray,
The hue of love, is in the skies,
The birds are singing, come away!
Oh come! my Isabella come!
With inky tendrils, hanging low,
Thy cheeks like hedge rose, just in bloom,
That in the healthy summer glow.
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That eye it turns the world away
From wanton ways, & recklessness,
That eye beams with a cheerful ray,
And smiles propitiously to bless,
Oh come! my Isabella dear!
Oh come! and fill these longing arms,