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 She had nae will to tell a lie, A taylorlad his whirl d o'er me, When coming throw the moor minnie.
 * O what's his name, or whai‘s he like ?

A wae be to the loube tyke. If I make not him to fidge and fyke, For making you a whore jenny.
 * He's a lang lad we cooL black hair,

Needle Ftout and thimble clear, He has a that and mikLe maire, When coming throw the moor minnie.
 * But as ye're a woman that's tall and flout.

Ye might a whirl'd your houghs about, And kept a poor taylor out, Tho‘ ye was in a moor Jenny.
 * But the oyFler wives was coming by,

Calling out their oyfler cry, And they did yon as well as I, When coming through the moor minnie.
 * But the oyller wives was auld and tough,

And they could Hand it well enough, But thou who ne'er did crook a hough, To thee it may prove fore Jenny.
 * O be it foure or be it fweet,

Mother, quoth fhe the lad's difcreet; And with him yet I'll have a heat, Yet coming throw the moor minnie.
 * O Jenny thou'll be ca'd throw the pricks,

If once the ptiefl heard o' your tricks, Your tayior lad, and you he'll fix, For coming through the moor minnie.
 * O mother fpeak nae mare that way,

For when ye was young I heard them fay, How at fairs and weddings ye did play. At coming through the moor minnie.