‘Twas naher bonieblue e’ewas my ruin,
Fair tho’ she be, that was ne’er my undoin’;
‘Twas the dear smile when naebodydid mindus,
‘Twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o’ kindness:
‘Twas the bewitching, sweet, stownglance o’ kindness.
Sair do I fear that to hope is denied me,
Sairdo I fear that despair maunabide me,
Buttho’ fellfortune should fate us to sever,
Queen shall she be in my bosom for ever:
Queen shall she be in my bosom for ever.
Chloris, I’m thine wi’a passion sincerest,
And thou hast plighted me love o’the dearest!
And thou’rt the angel that never can alter,
Sooner the sun in his motion would falter:
Sooner the sun in his motion would falter.