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 (8) THE TOWN MISS. TUNE--MY FOND SHEPHERDS OF LATE MARIA my beautiful maid, let the bulwark of Virtue appear, Shun the crafty and treacherous blade, who ſtrives for to ruin each fair : When a woman, but one thing doth grant, what then my dear can ſhe deny ? O nothing; no nothing the tyrant doth want, but readily the muſt comply. Though many exclaim 'gainſt the fair, that they firſt their ruin began, The truth it doth plainly appear, thoſe girls were firſt ruin'd by man, By flatteries the damſel complies, with a promiſe of marriage contents, (prize, While the traitor the traitor triumphs o'er the and the ford fair too late the repents Then the tyrant he does her compel, his luſt at all ſeaſons to ſerve, If marriage the mentions, he'll tell, a huſband ſhe ne'er can deſerve, For modeſty's bounds ſhe has paſs'd, no miſtreſs Gall e'er be his wife, On the town,on the town,then her lot it is caſt, in a Bagnio ſhe endeth her life. GLASGOW, Printed by J. and M. Robertſon, Saltmarket, 1802.