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The GENTLE SHEPHERD, 21
Peggy.
Be doing your ways, for me I have a mind
To be as yielding as my Patie’s kind.
Jenny.
Heh lafs! how can ye loo that rattle-fcull,
A very deil that ay maun hae his will ?
We’ll foon hear tell what a poor fighting life
You twa will lead fae foon’s ye’re man and wife.
S A N Q IV. O dear mother what (hall I dp.
0 dear Peggy love's beguiling.
We ought not to trujl his fmiling.
Better far to do as Ido,
Left a harder luck betyde you.
Laffes when their fancy's carried,
Think of nought but to be married;
Running to a life deftroys
Heartfome, free, andyouihfu joys.
Peggy.
I’ll rin the rilk, nor have I ony fear,
But rather think ilk langfome day a year,
' Till I, with pleafure mount my bridal bed,
Where op my Patie’s bread: I’Jl lean my head.
There we may kifs, as lang as killing’s good.
And what we do there’s pane dare call it rude.
He’s get his will: Why no ? ’tls good my part
To give him that, and he’ll give me his heart.
Jenny.
He may indeed for ten or fifteen days
Mak meikle o’ye, with an unco fraife,
And daut you baith afore fouk, -and your lane 3
' . But foon as his newfanglenefs is gane,
1. He’ll look upon you as his tether-flake,
I And think he’s tint his freedom for your fake.
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