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Since the Talis have led the Dance,
Let Englifh C^Jar now advance,
And if he fends a Fleet to Fmwce,
He's a Whig that will not follow.
SONG LXIX. In January /aj}, Sec,
IN Jatmnry iaft, on Mtitimtidty at Morn,
As I along the b'ields did pafs to view the
Winter's Corn;
I leaked me behind, and I faw come over the
Knough,
ITan glenting in an Apton with a bonny brent
Brow.
I bid gud Morrow fair Maid» and flie right
courteouflie,
Bekt low and fine, kind Sir, fhe faid, gud Day
agan to ye j
I fpear'd o' her, fair Maid ijuo' I, how far intend
ye now ?
Quo'ihc, I mean a MUe or twa, to yonder bonny
Btow.
Fair Maid, I'm weei contented to have fike Com-
pany,
For 1 am ganging out the Gate that ya intend
ta'be;
When we had walk'd a Mile or twa, Ize faid to
her, my Doe,
May I notdight your Apron fine, kifs yOur bon-
ny Brow,
Kea, gud Sir, you are far mifteen, for I «m neaa
o' thofe,
1 hope ya ha more Breeding then to dight a
Woraans Cioaths;
For I've a better chofen than any fike as you, ' '
Who boldly may giy Apron dight, and Icifs m*
bonny Etow.