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 I love my love, and I make no doubt,

but it's for love again;

And if he ays he loves me not,

I'll laugh at her didain.

If he be contant, I'll be true,

and o we will agree,

And if he ays he loves me not,

I'll change as well as he.

There is twelve months into the year,

as I hear people ay;

The merriet month, in all the year,

are the months of June and May,

Thee are the months I chooe my love,

if it pleaes her deire:

Young women carry the Keys of Love,

men's hearts are till on fire.





 The LASS of GALLOWATER.

To its own proper Tune.

N Gallowater fair and clear,

there lives a lovely creature,

Whoe beauty rare makes her excel,

all other works of nature.

I fix'd my mind on this lovely dame,

determin'd never to alter;

But like a fale deluding fair,

I found her love but flatter.