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 (6) With juſtice, with eandour, our boſoms are warm', Our tongues are with truth and fucrit arm'da Who treat is as friends, and we foule at.our focs. And ſince we're bound, &c. We bend to the King, to our Sovereign we bend: His time and his crown we are b and to defend; And when ſuch a King, and Ruler ariſen As Britons, as Maſons, we cauſe to rejice And ſince we're bourd. &c.

MAGGIE'S COURTSHIP. O mitler, mither, tell to me the way to get a man; long for to be married now, for troth I'm thinkin' lang: For when to bed I gang for reſt, "tis ſleep I can get name. For weary thoughts ſin in my head, I canna lie my lane. Beſide I'm wearin' up in years, I'm twenty now and twa; And if I get na ane ere lang, I'll ne'er, get ane ava. Theſe roſy cheeks, ſae bonny now, will ſoon grow pale and wan; What ſagnies a' warld's gear, when I canna get a man?