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6 hn Tamson at the key hole keeks, my wife's a wanton pawkey, e's clouting Johnny's grey breeks and Bess she's but a gawkie. Dirum dum &c

Fife there liv’d a wicked wife, and she has ta’en the gee,man; door-barring caus’d the strife, and Sandy o’er the Lee, man rry woo frae Tweedside came, frae Aberdeen, cauld kail man ade gude Scotch brose to fill our wame, could Donald McDonald fail, man Dirum dum, &c

ould auld acquaintance be forgot, sae merry’s we have been, man; et still on Menie's charms I doat, at Polwart on the green, man illie was a wanton wag, and push d about the Jorum, hile Rab the Ranter burst his bag playing the Reel o‘ Tullochgorum. Dirum dum, &c.

THE GALLANT SAILOR.

ewel my dear and gallant sailor, nce you and I must parted be;