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[5] And if I marry one that's fair, a cuckold I muſt be: And if I marry one that's tall, ſhe'll ſurely crack my crown, And little women peeviſh are, and oft pulls big men down.

Some young men will boaſt and brag, they've got a virtuous wife, And are poſſeſt with all the joys, belonging to this life: But then try them once or twice, they'll quickly let them know, No bridle-rein will hold them in, nor ſpur will make them go.

Here is a health to all young men, who doth with me agree, And here's a health to all fair maids, though few their number be. And here's a health to my true love, who lies cloſe at my breaſt. The joy and comfort of my life, when I go to my reſt.





The Roving MAIDS of.

HE roving maids of Edinburgh, they are both briſk and airy, They make young men to laugh at them, their heads ſo high they carry. Fal der lal, der ral lal,