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III. LOVE : HUMOROUS
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I rue the day I sought her, O ! I rue the day I sought her, O !
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Wha gets her needna say he 's woo'd, But he may say he 's bought her, O !
My love, she 's but a lassie yet,
My love, she 's but a lassie yet ;
We'll let her stand a year or twa,
She'll no be hauf sae saucy yet ;
I rue the day I sought her, O !
I rue the day I sought her, O !
Wha gets her needna say he 's woo'd,
But he may say he has bought her, O I
Come draw a drap o' the best o't yet.
Come draw a drap o' the best o't yet ;
Gae seek for pleasure whar ye will,
But here I never miss'd it yet.
[We're a' dry wi' drinkin o't,
We're a' dry wi' drinkin o't ;
The minister kiss'd the fiddler's wife —
He couldna preach for thinkin o't.]
No. 183. / murder hate by field or flood.
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I MURDER hate by field or flood,
Tho' glory's name may screen us ;
In wars at hame I'll spend my blood —
Life-giving wars of Venus.
The deities that I adore
Are social Peace and Plenty ;
I'm better pleas'd to make one more.
Than be the death of twenty.
I would not die like Socrates,
For all the fuss of Plato ;
Nor would I with Leonidas,
Nor yet would I with Cato :
The zealots of the Church and State
Shall ne'er my mortal foes be ;
But let me have bold Zimri's fate
Within the arms of Cozbi.
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