A Scotch Song
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Gin thou wert my ene thing,
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I wou'd love thee,
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I wou'd love thee,
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Gin thou wert my ene thing,
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So dearly I wou'd love thee:
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I wou'd take thee in my Arms,
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I'd Secure thee from all Harms,
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a-bove all mortals thou hast Charms,
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So dearly I do Love thee.
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What Charms are those that conquer me,
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A slave I find, I still must be,
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Divine Creature pitty me,
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For dearly do I love thee:
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The Gods one thing peculier have,
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To ruin none whom they can save,
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Then for their sakes support your Slave,
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Who only lives to love thee.
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Thou hast stole my Heart away,
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Oh! those words I never shou'd say,
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But if you'l think of me you may,
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For dearly I do love thee,
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Oh! I never never knew,
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What the Pains of Love cou'd do,
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Ere I felt those Pains for you,
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So dearly do I love thee.
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Of Divine race thou needs must be,
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Since nothing earthly equals thee,
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By Heavns I begg you'll favour me,
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For dearly do I love thee,
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To merrit I no Claim can make,
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But that I love, and for your sake,
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What man can do I'll undertake,
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So dearly do I love thee,
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To shew how constant I will prove,
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No wealth on earth shall change my Love,
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By all the sacred Powers above,
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Most dearly do I love thee.
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