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(4) The watchman he took a light peep at my dreſs,

and then he began for to prate Sir.

But I think you will have a very good gueſs

that I anſwer'd the rogue quite pat Sir.

He ſaid how do the cropies in Ireland do

And are their numbers got many or few?

O the devil a cropie nor Ireland I knew,

I'm a Scotsman ſaid Lawrie O Broom Sir.

Bat he ſaid I was a cropie by the cut of my hair,

which made me in tears for to wander;

I inſtantly toſs'd up his heels in the air,

and laid him as flat as a flounder.

Whilſt he like a paddock did ſprawl on the ground,

I ran like a hare in front of a hound,

Whilſt the hills and the vallies did echo around,

With the people crying Lawrie O' Broom, Sir.

A NEW SONG, CALLED

Come all you gallant heroes bold,

that to the ſea belong,

Give ear unto my Tragedy,

I will not keep you long;

'Tis of the Talbot ſloop of war,

the Saldana alſo,