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5 This artless young, man just come from the schoolery; A novice in love and all its foolery; Too dull for a wit, too grave for a joker; And thus the gentle youth bespoke her,- “Will you marry me, dear Ally Croaker?”

He drank with the father, he talk'd with the mother, He romp'd with the sister, and gam'd with the brother, And gam'd till he pewnd his coat to the broker, Which lost him the heart of his dear Ally Croaker. Oh! the fickle fickle Ally Croaker.

To all you young men who are fond of gaming, And losing your money while others are saving Fortune's a jilt, may the devil choak her, A jilt more inconstant than, dear Ally Croaker, Oh! the inconstant Ally Croaker.

The Boatie Rows.

O WEEL may the boatie row, And better may she speed; And liesome may the boatie row, That wins the bairnie's bread: The boatie rows, the boatie rows, The boatie rows indeed; And weel may the boatie row, That wins the bairnie's bread.