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 360 Collectanea.

Written in Books.

If onybody gets a len'

Be's glide as sen' it hame again.

is my name,

Scotland is my nation,

is my dwelling-place,

A pleasant habitation ; And when I'm dead and in my grave

And all my bones are rotten, Tak' up this book and think on me

When I am quite forgotten.

Old Songs.

I set spurs to my neadie

An' awa I did ride, To fair Lunnon city

Seekin' for a bride. The girls they cam efter me,

By one, by two, by ten, I taul them I would mairry, I taul them I would mairry, I taul them I would mairry.

But I never taul them when.

I aince had a sweetheart I loved her as my life,

An' ofttimes I thocht

I would mak her my wife.