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9 O can you to the battle go, To woman's fear a stranger. No fears my breast shall ever know, But when my dear's in danger. Ah! no, &c.

Then let the world jog as it will Let all our friends forsake us, We both shall be as happy still As love and war can make us.

The Jolly Miller.

MERRY may the maid be, That marries the miller, For foul day and fair day, He's aye bringing till her. He's aye a penny in his purse For dinner and for supper: And gin you please a good fat cheese, And lumps of yellow butter.

When Jamie first to woo me came, I spier'd what was his calling, Fair maid, said he, come and see, You're welcome to my dwelling: Though I was shy, yet I could spy, The truth of what he told me, And that his house was warm and couth, And room in it to hold me.

Behind the door a bag of meal, And in the chest was plenty