 | Allan Ramsay - 1724 - 388 str.
...Kifs. m ;Ti i flic does the Virgins excell, No Beauty with her may compare, Love's Graces all round her do dwell, She's faireft, where Thoufands are fair. Say, Charmer, where do thy Flocks firay? Oh! tell me at Noon where they feed; Shall I feek them on fweet winding Тлу, Or tbe p'cafant«... | |
 | Vincent Bourne - 1734 - 168 str.
...indulging my Blifs; To relieve the foft Pains of my Breaft,. Td fleal an ambrofial Kifs. ,'Tis ihe does the Virgins excel!, No Beauty with Her may compare ; Love's Graces all round her do dwell; She's faireft, where Thoufands are fair. Say, Charmer, where do thy Flocks... | |
 | 1735 - 390 str.
...nature indulging my blifs, To relieve thefoft pains in my breaft, I'd fleal an ambrofial kifs. 'Tis she does the virgins excel, No beauty with her may compare ; Love's graces all round her do dwell ; She's fiireft, were thoufanils are fiir. Say, charmer, where do thy flocks... | |
 | Allan Ramsay - 1762 - 506 str.
...indulging my blifs, To relieve the foft pains of my breaft, . I'd fteal an. arabrofial kifs , 'Tis me does the virgins excel, No beauty with her may compare ; Love's graces all round her do dwell, She's faireft, where thoufands are fair. Say, charmer, where do thy flecks... | |
 | 1782 - 348 str.
...foft pains of my breaft, I'd fteal an ambrofial kifs. 'Tis fhe does the virgins excel], No beauty wiih her may compare ; Love's graces around her do dwell ; She's faireft, where thonfands are fair. Say, Charmer, where do thy flocks ftray ? Oh ! tell me at noon where they feed... | |
 | Scottish songs - 1816 - 378 str.
...nature indulging my bliss, To ease the soft pains of my breast, I'd steal an ambrosial kiss. 'Tis she does the virgins excel; No beauty with her may compare; Love's graces around her do dwell; She's fairest where thousands are fair. Say, charmer, where do thy flocks stray ? Oh 1 tell me at noon where... | |
 | Allan Cunningham - 1825 - 756 str.
...lull her to rest;' Kind nature indulging my bliss, To relieve the soft pains of my breast, Tis she does the virgins excel, No beauty with her may compare; Love's graces all round her do dwell, She's fairest, where thousands are fair. Say, charmer, where do thy flocks... | |
 | Allan Cunningham - 1825 - 378 str.
...nature indulging my bliss, To relieve the soft pains of my breast, I'd steal an ambrosial kiss. 'Tis she does the virgins excel, No beauty with her may compare ; Love's graces all round her do dwell, She's fairest, where thousands are fair. Say, charmer, where do thy flocks... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1829 - 414 str.
...nature indulgin' my bliss, To ease the soft pains of my breast, I'd steal an ambrosial kiss. 'Tis she does the virgins excel ; No beauty with her may compare ; Love's graces around her do dwell ; She's fairest where thousands are fair. Say, charmer, where do thy flocks stray ? Oh, tell me at morn where... | |
 | 1834 - 358 str.
...the field, Not Tweed gliding gently through those, Such beauty and pleasure does yield. 2. 'Tis she does the virgins excel. No beauty with her may compare ; Love's graces around her do dwell, Oh ! tell me at noon where they feed ; Shall I seek them on sweet winding Tay, She's fairest where... | |
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Tis she does the virgins excel ; No beauty with her may compare ; Love's graces around her do dwell : She's fairest where thousands are fair. 
