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Pleasant and Diver live. 295
DE'll take the War, that hurry'd Willy from me,
Who to love me, just had sworn,
They made him Captain sure to undoe me,
Woe is me, he'll ne'er return ;
A thousand Loons abroad will Fight him,
He from thousands ne'er will run ;
Day and Night I did invite,
To stay safe from the Sword and Gun :
I us'd alluring Graces,
With muckle kind Embraces,
Now sighing, then Crying, Tears dropping fall \
And had he my soft Arms,
Preferr'd to Wars alarms :
By Love grown Mad, without the Man of Gad,
I fear in my fit, I had grented all.
I Wash'd and Patch'd to make me look provoking,
Snares that they told me wou'd catch the Men ;
And on my Head a huge Commode sat cocking,
Which made me shew as Tall agen :
For a new Gown too, I paid muckle Money,
Which with golden Flowers did shine ;
My Love well might think me gay and Bonny,
No Scotch Lass was e'er so Fine.
My Petticoat I Spotted,
Fring too with Thread I Knotted,
Lace Shoes, and Silk Hose, Garter full over Knee ;
But oh ! the fatal thought,
To Willy these are nought,
Who rid to Towns, and Riffled with Dragoons,
When he silly Loon might have Plunder'd me.

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