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From "A Collection of Scotch Songs harmonized for 2 & 3 Voices", pub. c.1795.
Lyrics: Allan Ramsay
And I'll o'er the moor to Maggy,
Her wit and sweetness call me;
Then to my fair I'll shew my mind,
Whatever may befall me.
If she love mirth I'll learn to sing;
Or like the nine to follow,
I'll lav my lugs in Pindus' spring
And invocate Apollo.
If she admire a martial mind,
I'll sheath my limbs in armour;
If to the softer dance inclin'd,
With gayest airs I'll charm her.
If she love grandeur, day and night
I'll plot my nation's glory,
Find favour in my prince's sight,
And shine in future story.
Beauty can wonders work with ease,
Where wit is corresponding;
And bravest men know best to please
With complaisance abounding.
My bonny Maggy's love can turn
Me to what shape she pleases;
If in her breast that flame shall burn
Which in my bosom blazes.
And I'll o'er the moor to Maggy,
Her wit and sweetness call me;
Then to my fair I'll shew my mind,
Whatever may befall me.
If she love mirth I'll learn to sing;
Or like the nine to follow,
I'll lav my lugs in Pindus' spring
And invocate Apollo.
If she admire a martial mind,
I'll sheath my limbs in armour;
If to the softer dance inclin'd,
With gayest airs I'll charm her.
If she love grandeur, day and night
I'll plot my nation's glory,
Find favour in my prince's sight,
And shine in future story.
Beauty can wonders work with ease,
Where wit is corresponding;
And bravest men know best to please
With complaisance abounding.
My bonny Maggy's love can turn
Me to what shape she pleases;
If in her breast that flame shall burn
Which in my bosom blazes.