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 6 Fo hes courte over moay laffe, To flight them he thinks it good fun ; He will make but a fober half marrow, You’ll better rae ere ye be boun'.

Though Mofes be laird of fome houfes. And brags of his flilar and pelf, Though of warld’s gear I be right fcant o’ A fig for’t as lang’a I have my health. For when I am buckel'd we Jenny, She’ll feldom hae caufe to complain, We’ll jog through the world right canny, When flie’l' be a wife of my ain.

Bat if that my laffie proves faithlefs, And marry before I return, I'll no, like Mofes, greet about her, Nor for her ae minute will mourn. But ftraight I’ll to fome other beauty, Without lofs of time I will high, I'll fhow to the laffes I’m carelefs, Unlefs they’re as willing as I.

Ihe Traquire Shepherds,

O Shepherd the weather looks mifly and changing, will you fhow me over the hills of Traquire? O yes, gentle ftranger, where have you been ranging, for fuch a gentleman walking is rare. I’ve been in the foreft amang the braw lafses, I’ve lung with each fhepherd on ilka green hill, And I have a mind to give over my rambling, Since in every thing in it I have bad my will.