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[8] Grown bold, he preſs'd to ſtay a' night,

then gript me cloſs unto his breaſt,

Hout lad! my Mither fair wou'd ſlyte,

gif that I grant without the Prieſt;

Sae gang for him, gif ye be leel,

I ken then right what I maun do,

For aſk to kiſs me when you will,

'twill be, yes, love, and I thank ye too.



Printed by J. & M. ROBERTSON, Saltmarket,

1802.