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I bless the grove Where first I own'd my maiden love, Whilst thou did pledge the Powers above, To be my ain dear Willy. Both. For a' the joys that gowd can gie, I dinna care a single flie; The lad I love's the lad for me, The lass I love's the lass for me, And that's my ain dear Willy. And that's my ain dear Philly. He. As songsters of the early year, Are ilka day mair sweet to hear, So ilka day to me mair dear And charming is my Philly. She. As on the brier the budding rose, Still richer breathes and fairer blows, So in my tender bosom grows The love I bear my Willy. Both. For a' the joys, &c. He. The milder sun and bluer sky That crown my harvest cares wi' joy, Were ne'er sae welcome to my eye As is a sight o' Philly. She. The little swallow's wanton wing, Tho' wafting o'er the flowery Spring, Did ne'er to me sic tidings bring, As meeting o' my Willy. Both. For a' the joys, &c. He. The bee that thro' the sunny hour Sips nectar in the op'ning flower, Compar'd wi' my delight is poor, Upon the lips o' Philly. She. The woodbine in the dewy weet, When ev'ning shades in silence meet, Is nocht sae fragrant or sae sweet As is a kiss o' Willy. Both. For a' the joys, &c. He. Let fortune's wheel at random rin, And fools may tine and knaves may win; My thoughts are a' bound up in ane, And that's my ain dear Philly. She. What's a' the joys that gowd can gie? I dinna care a single flie; The lad I love's the lad for me, And that's my ain dear Willy. Both. For a' the joys, &c. Contented Wi' Little And Cantie Wi' Mair Tune--"Lumps o' Puddin'." Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair, Whene'er I forgather wi' Sorrow and Care, I gie them a skelp as they're creeping alang, Wi' a cog o' gude swats and an auld Scottish sang. Chorus--Contented wi' little, &c. I whiles claw the elbow o' troublesome thought; But Man is a soger, and Life is a faught; My mirth and gude humour are coin in my pouch, And my Freedom's my Lairdship nae monarch dare touch. Contented wi' little, &c. A townmond o' trouble, should that be may fa', A night o' gud
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