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 And how hot new shoon fit her auld shacheld feet, But heavens how he fell a swearin a swearin, But heavens how he fell a swearin.

He begged me for gudesake I wad be his wife, Or else I wad kill him wi’ sorrow: So e'en to preserve the poor pody in life I think I maun wed him to-morrow, to-morrow, I think I maun wed him to-morrow.

, gentle Jane, the huntsman’s horn: Now chides my longest day: Mark ! cries Jean—see the hazy morn, Proclaims the cheerless day To hunt the stag, the fox, the hare, Fresh health these sports impart: Cries Jane, dear John, oh! pray forbear, For danger wings Death’s dart; Yoics! tantivy! soho! Dear John cries Jean, your spirits spare, Of tantivy— O, beware:

See: gentle Jane, Aurora bright, Her beams burst thro’ the sky;