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My ewie wi' the crooked born, Silly ewie ftown awa'. the,etc. O had fhe died of erook or cauld, As ewies die when they grow audl, It wadna been by mony , Sae fair a heart to nane o’us a'. the, etc.

For a' the claith that we ha'e worn, Frae her and her's fae aften fhorn The lofs of her we con'd ba' born. Had fair ftrae death ta’en her awa,. &c.

But this poor thing to lofe her life, Aneath a greedy villain’s knife, I'm really fear’d that our guidwife. Sall never win aboon’t awa. the, etc.

O all ye bards beneath Kinghorn, Ca’ a' your mufes up and mourn. Our ewie wi' the crooked horn, Is frae us and fell'd and a' &c.

SWEET AND SMART. To heal a wound a bee had made, upon my Kitty's face. Honey upon the place fhe laid, and bade me kifs the place.

I obey’d, and from the wound, imbib’d, both fweet and fmart; The honey on my lips I found, the fting within my heart.