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 :Sir the lads of ſweet Newry are all roving blades, And take great delight in courting fair maids, They kiſs them & preſs them, & call them their own, and perhaps your darling lies mourning at home,


 * Believe me my jewel, the caſe is not ſo,

never was married, the truth you muſt know, theſe ſtrangers agreed as the caſe it is known, and I wiſh them both happy & ſafe to their home.

N Scotland there lived a humble Beggar,
 * He had neither houſe, nor hauld, nor hame,

he was well liked by ilka bodie,
 * And they gae him ſunkets to rax his wame.

nivefoy o' meal, and a handfow o' groats,
 * A dadd o' bannock, or herring brie,

auld parrage, or the lickings o plates,
 * Wad made him as blyth as a beggar cou'd be.

Beggar he was a humble Beggar,
 * The feint a bit o' pride had he,

wad a ta'en his a'ms in a bikker,
 * Frae gentleman, or poor bodie.

wallets a-hint and a-fore did, hang,
 * In as good order as wallets cou'd be:

lang kail-gully hang down by his ſide,
 * And a meikle nowt-horn to rout on had he.

happened ill, it happened warſe,
 * It happened ſae, that he did die:

wha do ye think was at his late-wake,
 * But lads and ladies o' high degree.