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And how hot1 new shoon fit her auld shschedd feet?
But heavens how he fell a swe&ria a swearin,,
But heavens how he fell a swearin.
He begged me for gudesake 1 wad bo his wit'*,
Or else 1 vrad kill him wi’ sorrow :
So e'en to preserve ihe nocr poJy in life
I think 1 maun wed him to-morrow, to-caor.ow,
1 think 1 maun wed him to-morrow.
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Hark.gentle Jane, the huntsman’s horn:
Now chides my longest day :
Mark ! cries Jean—see the hazy morn,
Proclaims the cheerless day
To hunt the stag, the fox, the hare.
Fresh health thbse sports impart:
Cries Jane, de-r John, oh ! pray forbear,
For danger wings Death’s dart;
Yoics! tantivy 1 sohol
Dear John cries Jean, your spirits spare,
Of tantivy— O, beware t
See: gentle Jane, Aurora bright,
Her beams burst thro’ the sky;