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 3 To fay farewell to whilky, O. But I’ll take nay fiddle in my hand, And fcrew he pegs while ftrings will ftand, To make a lamentation grand. For good old Highland whifky, G.

The Stirling fhire Ploughman.

I am a young ploughman, in Stirlingfhire was bred, And from my own country my fansy me led, I left ray frienda, likevrife my foes, And fail’d for Edinburgh town, But alas my love is far from me when I lie down.

Excruciating is my pain to think fhe is behind, For night and morning fhe’a always in my mind, There theatres, plays, aad'dances. By O’Neil of great renown, But none of them can cheer my heart when I lie down.

It’s hear I am a ftranger and from native land. Sometimes I do amufe myfelf compofing of a fong ; I’ll never conceit a laffie here, Though white black or brown Since alas! my love is far from me when I lie down.

Her cheeks are red as roles, her eyes as black as floes Her image is always present wheree’r I go; If I fhould wander terra o’er. And the whole country round, I will think upon my lovely lafi when I lie down.