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 When with danger ſurrounded, for death I refign'd, The thoughts of my jewel was ſtill my mind; In the midſt of hot battles my grief was for you, When I thought to lie there with my bonnet ſo blue.

In ſorrow I left thee, why now doſt thou When alive I'm preſerved. and now to thee faint. I am chaſte, true, and loyal, thy joys to renew, I'll ſtill wear my plaid and my bonnet ſo blue.

It's true, my dear laſſie, our dangers were great, We fought for our King, our country & ſtate, Por to keep our plaids, becauſe they are new, That the Scotch may for ever wear bonnets ſo blue.

MOURNFUL WIDOW.

HE cries of lie widow and fatherleſs are piercing for to hear ! And diſmal is the fatal news Which I have to declare. Concerning of theſe gallant ships That lately has been loſt,