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 Lawrie O'Broom's Rambles.

The trade it is bad, now good people I hear;

and my name it is Lawrie O Broom Sir;

My father he died, I got all that he had,

juſt a good breeding ſow and a loom, Sir.

I lived quite happy a very ſhort ſpace,

Till I married a wife, which ſoon alter'd the caſe

She blacken'd my eyes, and ſhe ſpat in my face

It was tight times with Lawrie O Broom, Sir.

I thought to myſelf this would not long do,

my paſſion no longer could ſmother;

I inſtantly ſold off my loom and my ſow,

and ſent the jade home to her mother:

And then for old Scotland I ſtraightway did ſteer;

To leave the ſweet I once loved ſo dear,

With grief in my boſom was ready to tear

The heart out of Lawrie O‘Broom, Sir.

I ſhoulder's my cudgel and bundle again,

my figure being of the oddeſt;

I did not well know the right road from the wrong

That held to the way that was broadeſt:

Till at length I arrived at Donaghadee,