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( 8 ) The Kirk then pardons no ſuch prots. They muſt tell down good five pounds Scots, Tho' they ſhould pledge their petticoats, An' gae arſe bare; The leaſt price there is twenty groats, An' prigging fair.

If then the lad does not her wed, Poor Meg ſome feigned tears maun ſhed; Her minny crooks her mou', and dad, They fart and fling; "O wow that e'er I made the bed," Then does ſhe ſing.

Thus for ber Maidenhead ſhe woans, Bewailing bar is paſt; Her pitcher's daſh d againſt the ſtones, And broken as the laſt.

PART II.

A'Maids, therefore, I do bemoar, Betwixt the rivers Dee and Don, If anes their honour it is gone, Tho' by the Laird, The toy-mutch maun then gae on, Nae mair bare-hair'd.

Yet wanton Venus, that the bitch, Does a' our ſenſes fae bewitch. An' fires our blood wi' fic an itch, That aftentimes There is nae help bye to commit Some ill-far'd crimes.