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[ 6 ] The murder he did confeſs out of hand, Saying, Here before me my Molly does ſtand, Poor injured Ghoſt! thy pardon I crave, And ſoon ſhall follow thee down to the grave.

There's none but the wretch did behold the ſad ſigh Then roving diſtracted; he died in the night; But when that her parents theſe tidings did hear They ſought for the body of their daughter dear.

Near a place call'd Southampton in a valley ſo deep The body was found, while many did weep, At the fall of a damſel and baby ſo fair, And in Goſport church-yard they buried were.

I hope this will be a warning to all Young men, who innocent maids do enthral, Young men be conſtant and true to your love, And bleſſings will attend you be ſure from above. THE SCOTS BONNET.

IS in vain to diſpute of a ſhoe or a boot, The Muſes infpire my ſonnet, My aim is to ſing of a much better thing, And the thing that I mean is a bonnet, brave boys, And the ſubject I chuſe is a bonnet.

I mean not to ſpeak in Latin or Greek, Nor on Gælic, nor Irſh upon it, Good people attend, I mean to commend, And to be in the praiſe of a bonnet, brave boys, And not in diſprute of a bonnet

The Spaniard in pride, with ſword by his ſide, Like Quixote may ſwager and Don it; The helmet and crown, tho' names of renown, May rank with their equals a bonnet, brave boys, May not bluſh to rank with a bonnet.