AE NIGHT IN DARK DECEMBER. Susanna Blamire Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Blamire, Susanna, 1747-1794. The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire “The muse of Cumberland.” Now for the first time collected by Henry Lonsdale, M.D. with a preface, memoir, and notes by Patrick Maxwell, ... Edinburgh John Menzies, 61 Princes Street; R. Tyas, London; D. Robertson, Glasgow; and C. Thurnam, Carlisle. MDCCCXLII. 1842 pp. 232-233.

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AE NIGHT IN DARK DECEMBER . Air — Hap me wi' thy petticoat . AE night in dark December , when wintry blasts blew high , Poor Jenny sat her i' the nook and wish'd her Jocky by : Lang time thou'st promis'd me to come frae yonder busy town , And gin ye dinna haste I fear the wrinkles will come soon ; For I hae fret mysel wi' care , thy face I canna see , And when ilk lass is wi' her lad I sigh and wish for thee . What signifies a mint o' gear when we are baith grown auld , And when December i' the heart keeps turning a' things cauld ? Thou'lt grow sae cross , and I sae stiff , my will I winna bend , For time aye hardens little faults until they canna mend : Men never will gie up their way , and I'll think mine the best , And as sae lang we've courting been will be the younker's jest . I'd have thee in an April morn when birds begin to sing , Like them to choose thysel a mate , and hail the cheerfu' spring ; O haste to me while o'er thy way she strews the fairest flowers , Nor suffer these poor een again to add to April showers ; I'll aye be gay , and ever smile , gin thou'lt make haste to me , If no , I'll quickly change my mind , and think nae mair o' thee !