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5 To think she had been betray’d, being a young silly maid,

But she knew not the schemes young Jockey had laid.

But out of the bush young Jockey he sprang,

For out of the bush young jockey he came,

He gently slept beside her, and stole from her a kiss,

But she shyly drew back, saying why do you this.

So the charms of love they began for to flow,

And he has ta’en her down to the cottage below,

Where he kiss’d her again, her joys to renew,

Whilst their lammies slept along in the sweet morning dew.

So now to conclude and make an end of my song,

She’s left her ewe lambs and follow'd her swain,

your sheep and my sheep shall feed all in one glen.

And we'll range the green woods over and over again.

THE BATTLE OF VITTORIA,

COME a' ye bards, wi' loud acclaim,

High glory gie to gallant Graham,

Heap laurels on our Marshal’s name,

The Hero of Vittoria.

Triumphant freedom smil’d on Spain,

And rear’d her formly state again,