Summary

Yellow-hair'd laddie (1790)

Her beauty is dash'd with a scornfu' proud air;
But Susie was handsome, and sweetly could sing,
Her breath's like the breezes perfum'd in the spring.
That Madie in all the gay bloom of her youth,
Like the moon was unconstant, and never spoke truth:
But Susie was faithful, good humour'd and free,
And fair as the Goddess who sprung from the sea.
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Yellow-hair'd laddie (1790)

She wounds with a look, with a frown she can kill.
The desperate lover can hope no redress,
Where Beauty and Rigour are both in excess;
In Silvia they meet, so unhappy am I,
Who sees her must love, who loves her must die.
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Yellow-hair'd laddie (1790)

When the earth seems to answer and smiles from above,
Then all things declare it a season for love.
⁠My mother cries Nancy, you must go to the mill,
If my corn be not ground, you may scold if you will:
Give me freedom to use my tongue, spare me no doubt,
For a woman, alas! can do nothing without.
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