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JACOBITE SONGS. 305
A ribbon praw corned cross pefore
Such as M'Connars prideman wore ;
At end of her was hung
A curious ting, tat shin'd more pright
Tan Madline's e'e, or morning light,
When cilded py him's sun.
Put now te news she tell pe cood :
Hard py him's side a lennoch stood,
Tat look so trim and cay.
As if she pe not cuilty ting,
Nor ever wish'd to pe a king,
Unless a king of May.
Her was te same our vicar said.
For treason should pe lose him's head ;
For which te mony pound
Py proclamation offer'd was
To any man should take her grace
On any Kerson cround.
One Sunday morn, she might remember,
Her pe te twanty of September,
Our parson read a ting,
How tis same spark — te vengeance on him !
Wit forty mair, would take upon him
To kill him's gracious king.
Put scant te silly frighted swain
Tat meets te wolf upon te plain
Was so aghast wit fear :
" Cot I if her majesty," says she,
" Does keep no petter company,
She'll stay nae langer here."
Te man tat prought her in ten said.
And puU'd her py te tartan plaid,
" Pe shentles, hear put reason :
Her was te What-dye-ca't, 'tis true,
Put's parton mak'd her free as you
From knavery or treason."
" Whaw ! whaw ! " quod she, " a pretty nick.
To make rogue honest py a trick
So often try in vain !
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