The Linnet (1819, Falkirk)/Nan o' Logie-Green

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Nan of Logie-Green.

By pleasure long infected,
Kind Heaven, when least expected,
My devious path directed
To Nan of Logie-green;
Where thousand sweets repose 'em;
In quiet's unruffled bosom,
I found my peerless blossem,
The pride of Logie-green.

The city Belle. perchance, ay
Will blame my youthful fancy,
But she ne'er saw my Nancy,
The pride of Logie-green:
Her cheek the vermeil rose is,
Her smile a Heaven discloses,
No lily-leaf that blew is
So fair on Logie-green.

Ye town-bred fair forgive me,
Your arms must ne'er leave me,
Your charms are all. believe me,
Eclips'd in Logie-green.
Forgive my passions tender,
Heaven so much grace did lend her,
And made my heart surrender
To Nan of Logie-green,

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No more the town delights me,
Its noisy tumult frights me.
I'll go where love invites me,
To Nan of Logie-green.
My heart shall ne'er deceive her,
I ne'er in life shall leave her;
In love and peace for ever
We'll live in Logie-green.

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