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 And when he is dead, we've his ſon.
 * for to wear his auld daddy's blue bonnet.

AREWEL to the pleaſures of love,
 * Ye groves and ye meadows to gay,

Where firſt my pour heart was deluded,
 * and by a falſe man ſtole away.

Young men they're like ſnakes among bowers
 * they hide from the heat of the Sun:

Sure man is a glorious creature
 * 'tis a pity ſo falſe as he's grown.

I went for to pu' them fine flowers,
 * on the bank of white lillies ſo gay,

A day then but ſeem'd like a moment,
 * when firſt to His love I gave way.

He knows that my parents are angry,
 * for loving of him a falſe man;

But love is the cauſe of my mourning,
 * tho' ſtill let me do what I can.

O Cupid! ſend forth now an arrow,
 * into his cruel breaſt let it fly

If he knew but the half of my ſorrow
 * I ſuffer for his cruelty.