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There to throb and languish: Tho' despair had wrung its core, That would heal its anguish. III. Take away those rosy lips, Rich with balmy treasure: Turn away thine eyes of love, Lest I die with pleasure. IV. What is life when wanting love? Night without a morning: Love's the cloudless summer sun, Nature gay adorning. * * * * * CCXIV. HUSBAND, HUSBAND. Tune--"_Jo Janet._" ["My Jo Janet," in the collection of Allan Ramsay, was in the poet's eye when he composed this song, as surely as the matrimonial bickerings recorded by the old minstrels were in his mind. He desires Thomson briefly to tell him how he likes these verses: the response of the musician was, "Inimitable."] I. Husband, husband, cease your strife, Nor longer idly rave, sir; Tho' I am your wedded wife, Yet I am not your slave, sir. "One of two must still obey, Nancy, Nancy; Is it man or woman, say, My spouse, Nancy?" II. If 'tis still the lordly word, Service and obedience; I'll desert my sov'reign lord, And so, good bye, allegiance! "Sad will I be, so bereft, Nancy, Nancy; Yet I'll try to make a shift, My spouse, Nancy." III. My poor heart then break it must, My last hour I'm near it: When you lay me in the dust, Think, think, how you will bear it. "I will hope and trust in heaven, Nancy, Nancy; Strength to bear it will be given, My spouse, Nancy." IV. Well, sir, from the silent dead, Still I'll try to daunt you; Ever round your midnight bed Horrid sprites shall haunt you. "I'll wed another, like my dear Nancy, Nancy; Then all hell will fly for fear, My spouse, Nancy." * * * * * CCXV. WILT THOU BE MY DEARIE. Air--"_The Sutor's Dochter._" [Composed, it is said, in honour of Janet Miller, of Dalswinton, mother to the present Earl of Marr, and then, and long after, one of the loveliest women in the south of Scotland.] I. Wilt thou be my dearie? When sorrow wrings thy gentle heart, Wilt thou let me cheer thee? By the treasure of my soul, That's the love I bear thee! I swear and vow that only thou Shall ever be my dearie. Only thou, I swear and vow, Shall
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