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<jhid Betty, yefpreadyour Unnen to bleech,
When that was done, 'where coiid you be ?
Jia ! lafs I [aw ye flip down the hedge.
And wanton Willy was following thee.
Ay Jeany, Jeany, ye gade to the kirk ;
But when it skaiPd, where cou'd thou be \
Ve came na hame till it was mirk,
They fay the killing clerk came w'ye.
O filly laffie, what will thou do ?
If thou grow great, they'll heez thee hie.
.Look to your fell, if Jock prove true :
The clerk frae creepies will keep me free.
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To the Tune of, Lajl time I came o'er the moorl
YE blytheft lads, and laiTes gay,
Hear what my fang difclofes.
.As I ae morning fleeping lay
Upon a bank of rofes, j
'Young Jamie whisking o'er the mead,
By good luck chanc'd to fpy me ;
He took his bonnet aft* his head, .,';
And faftly fat down by me.
Jamie tho' I right meikle priz'd, jr ;
Yet now I wadna ken him ;
-But with a frown my face difguis'd,
And ftrave away to fend him :
But fondly he ftill nearer preft, :s '■
And by my fide down lying.
His beating heart thumped fae faftg.
I thought the lad was dying. ; ?
J "But ftill refolving to deny,
And angry paifion feigning,
I aften roughly mot him by,
With words full of difdaining,
& Foar

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