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14 The Irishman lov'd Usquebaugh, The Scot sov'd Ale called Blue Cap, The Welchman he lovid Toasted Cheese ; And made his mouth like a mouse trap. Usquebaugh burnt the Irishman, The Scot was drown'd in his Ale, The Welchman had like to be choak'd wit mouse, But he pull'd her out by the tail. Usquebaugh burn't &c. Pull'd her, pull'd her, pull'd her out by the Pull'd her, &c.

Kelvin Grove.

Let us haste to Kelvin Grove, bonnie lassie Through its mazes let us rove, bonnie lassie, Where the rose, in all her pride, Paints the hollow dingle side, Where the midnight fairies glide, bonnie lassie,

O Kelvin banks are fair, honnie lassie, O; When in summer we are there, bonnie lassie, There the May-pink's crimson plumb Throws a soft but sweet perfune O er the yellow banks of broom, bonnie lassie

Let us wander by the mill, bonnie lassie, O, To the cove beside the rill, bonnie lassie; O, Where the glens rebound the call Or the lofty water-full, Through the mountain's rocky hall, bon lassie O.