My own dear love I write to you,
Religion's scarce and preachers few;
I trust in God and daily pray
In the lonely mountains far away.

When I was on the ice and snow,
It hailed and rained, the wind did blow;
You gave to me a parting hand,
" And you wished me safe in the Cumberland. "

Unto this work I give my life,
But it is no place to bring a wife;
The promise that you gave to me,
I will give it back and set you free.

In winter time the wolves will howl
Around my door the Red Men prowl;
But for myself I have no fear,

The blossomed bean I love to see
It breathes in fragrance all of thee
The wilding rose I so admire
It bluims thy blush upon the briar

I love the hedge row walk at e'en
The scented bluim of bean & pea
They o'er the seeded grasses lean
And breathe of only love and thee

The woodbines bluim at mornings hour
I love to see its ruddy streak
For theres a hue upon the flower
That bluims upon thy bonny cheek

In summer time I think o' thee
A thousand times in sunny hours
I know where thy hearts home would be

With coal black hair and rose red face
And skin as white as milk
My sweetheart keeps a servants place
And wears a gown o' silk
I've loved the bonny maid for years
And love her person still
Birds sing my fondness in her ears
Of me she thinks no ill

Her beauty blossoms like summers hour
Her face resembles springs fair flower
Her face is fair her hair is black
I love the gown upon her back
My heart in melody does ring
Her praises I will ever sing
Her smile is dearer than the flower
That bloometh in its transient hour

My loving dear is very fair
As she walks at morning early
When bean blooms scent the morning air
She walks across the barley
The misty dew spread oer the glade
In sunshine glittered gailey
As forth afield mid sun & shade
I went with Betsey Bailey

Her gown was pink her stocking white
Her face was plump and roundy
To look within her eye so bright
Would utterly confound ye
They'd make you shrink beneath their light
Till words were spoke to quail ye
And then you'd sigh from morn till night
For handsome Betsey Bailey

One Night plump Sue and Coachman Ned
A Bargain struck in haste to wed;
A Crown was stak'd, the Pair consented
To lose their Pledge, who first repented.
Time, for the Matrimonial Farce,
To-morrow, comes — — Ned hangs an A — se.
Of bad the best poor Suky makes,
And angry claims his forfeit Stakes.
Ned frankly paid it as agreed,
Of a worse Bargain to be freed;
Quoth he — Thou'rt welcome on my Life ,
A cheap Divorcement from a Wife!
— The crafty Quean, who feign'd a while,
Soon answer'd with a jeering Smile,

We stood beneath the hazel shade
Her arms lapp'd in her apron white
And lovely look'd the peerless maid
Amid the lingering light
I would have clasped she hied away
I talked of Woman and of love
She heard all that I had to say
Her silence perhaps my love approve.

We stood the last night all away
How full of Stars the sky
No further would the maiden stray
Nor with loves suit comply
The night came on & hid all round
The moonlight scarcely shone
I round her neck my fond arm wound
For we were both alone

I crime and emnity they lie
Who sin and tell us love can die
Who say to us in slanders breath
That love belongs to sin and death
From Heaven it came on Angels wing
To bloom on earth eternal spring
In falsehoods enmity they lie
Who sin and tell us love can die.

Twas born upon an angels breast
The softest dreams the sweetest rest
The brightest sun the bluest sky
Are loves own home and canopy
The thought that cheers this heart of mine
Is that of Love — Love so divine
They sin who say in slanders breath

Fly to the Forest my lovely maid
The prickly Holly shall be our cottage shade
We'll both be glad this Christmas day
While I hold in my arms sweet Susan Grey

The Cottage is cold the Palace is rude
Green christmas is warm in sweet solitude
We've no pride to conquor or subdue
Nature is fair when my Susans true

Then fly to the forest sweet Susan & dwell
Neath the boughs of Holly in secluded dell
For under the tree My susan allows
To kiss her brown cheek neath Missletoe boughs

Fly to the forest love fly with me

Advise your Friend, grave Man of Art!
I find a strange unusual Smart:
'Tis here — fierce Symptoms at my Heart.
Discover .

'Tis Pleasure, Pain, a mixt Degree —
My Pulse examine, here's your Fee.
What think you can my Sickness be?
A Lover .

A Lover! 'tis my Case, too sure!
O ease me strait, I'll not endure;
Prescribe, I'll follow close the Cure.

Come hearken good friends to this story so true
Of a lord of high degree;
Concerning the love of this bonny young prince,
The King of his own countree.

His true love so fair from a far distant shore,
No lands and no gold had she;
But he swore by the seal of the ring on his hand
That faithful he'd ever be.

His brothers were wrath, and his mother she wept,
Saying, " Son, take warning from me!
The one that you love is of humble birth
And a Queen she could never be. "

But the King said " No, " to the Queen Mother's plea