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I'd leave the town and a* its pride,
The seat o'vice and slander, O.
At eve yon burnie's flowVy side
wr my sweet lass to wander, O,
Let fortune shun my lowly cot,
And wealthy sauls frown on me, O,
The fickle jade I'd mind her not,
Woud Annie smile upon me,0,'
Her presence maks me cheery O «c,
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Ye painted prudes, wTa'your art,
In silk and siller flaunting,C
Whase costly claise aft hides a heart
Where modesty is wanting, O,
My Annie scorns your borrow'd grace
And, sweet as May-day morning, O,
Bright health blooms on her cheerfu' face,
In spite of a'your scorning, O.
Her presence maks me cheery O Kc.

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