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'Tis not to be thought,
We got them for nought,
Or to be fet up for mow.
'Tis carried by votes,
Come kilt up ye'r coats,
And lit us to Edinburgh go,
Where lhe that's bonny
May catch a Johny,
And never lead apes below.
William WMargaret,
An Old BALLAD.
"T^WA S at the fearful midnight hour>
X When all were faft afleep,
In glided Margaret's grimly ghoft*
And flood at William's feet.
Her face was pale like April morn,
, Cladun a wintry cloud ;
And clay cold was her lilly hand
That held her fable ftiroud.
So mall the faireft face appear,
When youth and years are flown :
Such is the robe that kings mull wear.
When death has reft their crown.
Her bloom was like the fpringing flow'f
That lips the filver dew ;
The rofe was budded in her cheek y
Juft opening to the view.
But love had, like the canker worm,
Confum'd her early prime :
The rofe grew pale, and left- her cheek ;-
She dy'd before her time.
Awake I