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 MAN. Since your haughty then farewell, your beauty soon may alter, I'll deprive you of all hopes while I'm happy with some other, I'll range the world o'er till find a maid of honour Who will leave her friends for me on the Braes o Bowhither.

WOMAN. You have thunderstruck me now Sir so there my hand for ever,                 [alter My heart is also yours Sir and never more shall What care I for my friends, father, mother sister, brother,                [Bowhither I will leave them all for you on the Braes o

MAN Thrice happy there's my hand I'm no more a common lover,                      [you; Farewell ye nymphs divine so oft do I admireh Ye Gods of love and friends to decree us blest for ever                                         [Bowhither. I'll be happy then with you on the Braes o'

THE SAILORS ADIEU.

The topsails shiver in the wind, The ship she casts to sea;