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If Heaven A Draught Of Heavenly Pleasure Spare, One Cordial In This Melancholy Vale, 't Is When A Youthful, Loving, Modest Pair In Other's Arms Breathe Out The Tender Tale

Flow Gently, Sweet Afton, Among Thy Green Braes, Flow Gently, I'll Sing Thee A Song In Thy Praise.

[scottish Songs] Are, I Own, Frequently Wild, & Unreduceable To The More Modern Rules; But On That Very Eccentricity, Perhaps, Depends A Great Part Of Their Effect.

All-cheering Plenty, With Her Flowing Horn, Led Yellow Autumn, Wreath'd With Nodding Corn.

The Best-laid Plans Of Mice And Men Often Go Awry.