Summary

Blaeberries, or, The highland laird's courtship to a farmer's daughter (1803)

So Green was the fields, and cool was the air.
⁠There did I discover
⁠Pretty Nancy my lover,
And I for to woo her was pleas’d for to say,
⁠O fairest of creatures that ever was seen,
You’re the pride of my heart, the flow’r of the green,
⁠With garlands made of roses,
⁠And sweet pretty posies,
What nature composes I’ll crown you my Queen.
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