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(5) Remember Helen, as we read,

Brought Troy from bliss unto bare waws:

Then let her gae where she may speed,

For fint a crum of thee she faws.

Because she said, I took it ill,

For her depart my heart was fair,

But was beguil’d; gae where she will,

Beshrew the heart that first takes care:

But be thou merry late and air,

This is the final end and clause,

And let her feed and fooly fair,

For fint a crum of thee she faws.

Ne’er dunt again within my breast,

Ne’er let her slights thy courage spill,

Nor gi’e a fab, although she sneest,

She's fairest paid that gets her will,

She gecks as gif I meant her ill,

When she glaiks paughty in her braws;

Now let her snirt and syke her fill,

For fint a crum of thee she faws.





T was in the month of April,

one morning by the dawn,

When violets and cowslips,

bestrewed every lawn;

And Flora’s flow’ry mantle,

bedeck’d the fields with pride,

I met with a lovely damsel

down by the Shannon-side.