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8 THE DOMINIE DEPOS'D

The Kirk then pardons no ſuch prots, They muſt tell down good five pounds Scots, Though 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 an' fling; " O wow that e'er I made the bed," Then does ſhe ſing.

Thus for her Maidenhead ſhe moans, Bewailing what is paſt ; Her pitcher's dash,d agninst the stones, And broken at the last.

PART II.

A' Maids, therefore, I do bemoan, Betwixt the rivers Dee and Don,, If anes they get a lick o'yon, Though 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 ſee bewitch, An' fires our blood wi' ſic an itch, That aſtentimes, There is nae help but to commit, Some ill-far'd crime.