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MORAL AND SATIRICAL SONGS. 219
If 'tis still the lordly word,
Service and obedience,
I'll desert my sovereign lord,
And so, good bye, allegiance.
" Sad will I be so bereft,
Nancy, Nancy ;
Yet I'll try to make a shift.
My spouse Nancy."
My poor heart then break it must.
My last hour I'm near it ;
When you lay me in the dust.
Think, think, how you will bear it.
" I will hope and trust in heaven,
Nancy, Nancy ;
Strength to bear it will be given.
My spouse Nancy."
Well, sir, from the silent dead
Still I'll try to daunt you ;
Ever round your midnight bed,
Horrid sprites shall haunt you.
"I'll wed another like my dear
Nancy, Nancy ;
Then all hell will fly for fear.
My spouse Nancy."
" Your humorous English song to suit ' Jo Janet' is inimitahle." Thomsm, in
a Letter to Burns.
WHISTLE O'ER THE LAVE O'T.
Burns. Air — *' Whistle o'er the lave o't."
First when Maggie was my care,
Heaven I thought was in her air ;
Now we're married — speir nae mair-
Whistle o'er the lave o't.

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