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338 A COLLECTION
He vows, by all that's good and fair,
To me he wili prove true :
For^ oh ! he is Co blithe, &c.
Then I will prize my loving Twain,
And yield to be hh wife ;
Then bid adieu to care and pahi^
An6 Co be bleft for life :
For, oh ! he is fo blithe, &c.
SONG CCLXVI.
Sandy o'er the Lee.
Sung by Mrs Wrighten at Vauxhall,
IWinna marry ony man but Sandy o'er the lee ;
I winna marry ony man but Sandy o'er the lee jj
I winna ha'e the domiiiie, for geiid he canna be ;
But I will ha'e my Sandy lad, my Sandy o'er the Ige i
For he's aye a- kifTrng, kilFing, kilTing, aye a killing me,
He's aye a kiffing, kifling, kilEng, aye a killing me.
I winna ha'e the miniiler, for a' his godly looks,
Nor yet will I the lawyer ha'e, for a* his wily crooks ;
1 winna ha'e the plowman lad, nor yet will I the miller,
But I will ha'e my Sandy lad, without a penny filler.
For he's aye a kifEng, &c.
I winna ha'e the fodger lad, for he gangs to the war
I winna ha'e the failor lad, becaufe he ("nieils o' tar
I winna ha'e the Lord nor Laird, for a' their meikl
gear,
But I will ha'e my Sandy lad, my Sandy o'er the meir
For he's aye a kiifing, gjc,-
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