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Sae shall they never mount the stool, Whereon the lasses greet an’ howl, Tho’ deil a tear, scarce fair or foul. Comes o’er their cheeks ; Their mind’s not there, ’tis spinning wool, Or mending breeks.

The Kirk then pardons no such prots, They must tell down good live 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 ; “ 0 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 against 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 taste o’ yon, Though by the laird, The toy-mutch maun then gae on, Nae mair bare-hair’d