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 and Woo’d married, &c.

Out then fpake the bride's fifter, As fhe came in free the byre, O win I were bnt married, It’s that I defire, But we poor folk maun live fingle, And do the bed we can ; dinna care what I fhou'd want, If I could get but a man, Woo'd and maraied, &c.

OVE'S a gentle, genenrous paffion, Source of all fublime delight, Which with mutual inclinations, Two fond hearts in one unites.

What are titles, pomps or riches, If compared with true content, That falfe joy which now bewitches. When obraid'd we may repenet.

Lawlefs paffibn brings vexation. But a chafte and rirtuou love. Is a glorious emulation, Of the bliftful date above.

ETWEEN the meadow and the mofs, There I met a bonny lafs; I laid her down and read her pafs, Then bade her mind the moor honey, But when die came hame to her minnie,