Wi' kindly welcome, Jenny brings him ben;10 A strappin youth, he takes the mother's eye;

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Blythe Jenny sees the visit's no ill-ta'en; The father cracks of horses, pleughs, and kye.17

The youngster's artless heart o'erflows wi' joy,

But blate an' laithfu',18 scarce can weel behave; The mother, wi' a woman's wiles, can spy70 What makes the youth sae bashfu' and sae grave,

Weel-pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave. 19

Oh, happy love! where love like this is found! Óh, heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare!

I've paced much this weary, mortal round, 75 And sage experience bids me this declare; "If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare

One cordial in this melancholy vale,

'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale,

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