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[7] There's Ladies bright ſet out at night, their ſign is a white apron, All in the dark to ſeek a ſpark, and wha' but our Miſs Katharine.

Some laſſes then I do offend, in telling of their knavery, For that's the way I'm bold to ſay, that they've won all their bravery.

The Roving maids of Edinburgh, when they go to the dancing, The young men all admire the ſport, they are ſo neat and handſome.

It is well kent their face they paint, they are ſo vain and idle, To buſk and dreſs more time they paſs, than they do on their Bible.

With muffs and furls and cardinals, made of the fineſt ſcarlet, They worn are, I do declare, by many a common harlot.

Their qualitie come ſhow to me, you'll know them by their cleiding; Dear neighbours then, I'll tell you plain, you'll find it by their breeding.

They curſe and ſwear and domineer, and ſwear like any randy, Their morning drink, I really think, is whiſky, gin, or brandy.