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 And guides her airs sae graceful still, O Jove, she's like thy Palles.

Dear Bessy Bell and Mary Gray, Ye unco salr oppress us; Our fancies jee between you tway, Ye are sic bonny lasses: Waes me! for baith I canna get; To ane by law we‘re stented; Then I‘ll draw cuts; and tak my fate, And be with ane contented.

 

CAULD KAIL IN ABERDEEN.

There's cauld Kail in Aberdeen, And castocks in Strabogie, Whar ilka lad hae his lass, But I maun hae my cogie. For I maun hae my cogie troth, I canna wa my cogie; I wadna' gie mree gird cog, For a' the w Bogie.

Johnny Smith has got a wife, Wha scrimps him o' his cogie: But were she mine, upon my life I'd duck her in a bogie. For I maun hae, &c.