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8 For though the night was ne'er sae dark, And I was ne'er sae wearie, O, I'd meet thee on the lea rig, My ain kind dearie. O. While in this wearie warld of wae, This wilderness rae drearie. O. What makes me blithe and keeps me sae, 'Tis thee my kind dearie, O.

The Love sick Tailor.

LADIES, how d'ye do? Geminen, how are ye, too ? The company I view, I'm proud to scrap my shoe to. You'll ax who am I?- Among the guts a nailor: A bladle of spirit high. Though but a simple tailer, And I sigh for my beautiful maid.

Pretty Mise Mactab My heart knows how to wheedle ; Her eyes a beauteous drab, As sharp us any needle. She enjoys my pain Though for her I langnish, Her beauties are in grain- Nobody knows the anguish- I endure for my beautiful maid.

Love's a sugar plumb, When hearts kindly meet hearts, But wicked rivals come, And take away our sweesheert.