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Falfe woman ! in ages to come
Thy malice deteiled mall be ;
And when we are cold in the tomb*
Some heart ftill will forrow for me.
Ye roofs where cold damps and difmay,
.With filence and folitude dwell,
How comfortlefs paffes the day,
How fad tolls the evening bell ;
The owls from the battlements cry,
Hollow wind feems to murmur around^
'.' O Mary, prepare thee to die,"
My blood it. runs cold at the found «
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The Walking cf the FaulcL
Y Peggy is a young thing,
Juft enter'd in her teens,
Fair as the day, and fweet as May,
Fair as the day, and always gay ;
My Peggy is a young thing,
And I'm not very auld,
Yet wicl I like 'to meet her
At the wawking of the faukh
V Peggy fpeaks fae 'fweetly,
Whene'er we meet alane,
\ nae mair to lay my care,
I wifh nae mair of a' that's rare ;
My Peggy fpcaksfae fweetly,
To a' the lave I'm cauld ;
But fne gars a' my fpirits glow,
At wawking- of the fauld*