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 Now ſhe may give another ſwain.

Her wiſh'd for maiden-head;

And grieve for me (ah! hapleſs ſwain)

When deep in grave my head is lain—

{em}}What's that when I am dead?

HE auld man’s mare's dead.

The puire-man's mare's dead.

The auld man's mare's dead,

A mile aboon Dundee.

She had the hooks they ca'd the crooks,

The jaw piſh and the wanton looks:

On every lug ſhe had the brooks,

And the hooks aboon her eye.

Chor. And the auld man's mare's, etc.

She was cut-luggit, panch-lipit,

Steel-wamed, ſtanchel-ſitit,

Chanler-chaſtet, and lang-neckit,

And yet the bruit did die. And, etc.

When firſt my matter came to town,

He tied me to a ſtanchel round,

He took a chappin to himſel.

But ne'er a drap gae me.

Chor. And the auld man’s mare's dead.

The puire man's mare’s dead;

The peats and turs and a's to lead,

And yet the brute did die.