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 With pride and high living they ſquander't away,

Although they have fouriſh'd for many a day.

If ſtatesmen decay, how can farmers ſtand?

For many a one's broke here with a full hand,

While others manſworn their knavery to hide,

Şuch villains amongſt us I cannot abide.

So now to conclude, and my ſong for to end,

And wiſhing my brethren their lives to amend;

With a downfal to Pride and black Popery,

'Till that happy time, no good days we ſhall fee.

Derry down, down hey derry down.

Was early in the early in the morning of May,

A ſoldier and a laſſie was walking aſtray,

Cloſe down in yon meadow, yon meadow brow,

I heard the laſs cry, My apron now:

Chor. My apron, deary, my apron now,

My belly bears up my apron now:

But I, being a young thing, was eaſy to woo,

Which makes me cry out, My apron now.

O had I ta'en counſel of father or mother,

Or had I adviſed with ſiſter or brother;

But I, being a young thing, and eaſy to woo,

It makes me cry out, My apron now. My, &c,

Your apron, deary, I muſt confeſs,

Seems ſomething the ſhorter, tho' naithing the leſs:

Then had your tongue deary, & I will prove true,

And nae mair cry out your apron now.

Chor, Your apron deary, Your apron now,

Your belly bears up your apron now,

Then ha'd your tongue, deary, & I will prove true

And nae mair cry out your apron now.