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But poor Paul faid nothing for fear he’d offended,
For if he had Ipoken, his life (he’d have ended,
She up with the laddie, and broke his noddle,
Which made him remembet' to rock the craddle.
Sing rue, rue, &c.
Paul was a man that follow’d hard labour,
Nanny (lie goffip’d about with her neighbour,
She was the exprefs for to fetch and to carry.
And thofe that want n*ws may learn it of Nanny.
Sing rue, rue, &c.
Now Paul he is gone, and left Nanny his money,
Although he call’d her his love and his honey,
He would cot have left her while he had a boddle,
If (he had not broke his head with a lad,dlc.
Sing me, rue, &c.
You batchelors all that are cuddling and wooing.
I’d have you be careful now of your chufing,
And you young maids that want to be marry’d,
I’d have you rake warning by Paul and Nanny,
Sing rue; rue, &c.
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Braw JOHNNY BUTE.
Tune.-—Flowers of Edinburgh.
BRaw Johnny Bute was a bonny raeikle man,
frae Scotland he came with his broad fword in
He came at the head of a braw bonny clan, (hand,
wha the meickle d—1 could his mufic withffand.
He looked fb neat, and he killed fo Iweet,
that a dame of renown (oon gave ear to his fuir,
Then his pipe he lugg’d out, and you need not to doubt
but in concert he piav’d with her Gerftian Flute.
Quoth he bonny laffi;, your .flute gangs well,
and keeps good time with my bagpipe fo dear.
Sic mufic as this will furely never fail,
but in time to encore with an Englifh ear.

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