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(4) Ill juft rather tak‘ to my brofe And flick to my auld fafhion'd dances.

In dancing your fam‘d, it is true, Put what do we care for cotilions We‘ll fhew you the red and the blue We‘ll pay little refpect to millions

For Geordy will father the throne, And fee who dare come for to own it, And when he is dead, we‘ve his fon, For to wear his auld daddy's blue bonnet.

THE TAUNTING CAR.

IT was my cruel parents that did me firft trepan, They married me to an old man fer fake of money and land Had they married me to a young man without a penny at all, He would have taken me in his arms and roll’d me from the wall.

When I go to furor market there wifbing to make fun, My heart is filled with forrow when I Ice my gay old man My heart is fiil’d with sorrow and I’ll tell you the reafon why Hrs eyes are always hanging and jealous as a spy.

When he goes to bed lie is as cold as any clay Far colder than any corps I ever yet did see. He’s always out of order, his looms are ne’crintune