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 Her een ſae bonny blue, betray How ſhe repay my paſſion; But prudence is her o'erword ay, She talks o' rank and fashion. O why ſhould fate, &c. O wha can prudence think upon, Wi' ſic a laſſie by him? O wha can prudence think upon, And ſae in love as I am? O why ſhould fate, &c. How bleſt the humble cotter's fate, He wooes his ſimple dearie; The ſilly bogles, wealth and ſtate, Can never mak him eerie. Then why ſhould fate ſic pleaſure have, Love's deareſt band untwining? Or ſic a tender flower an love Depend on fortune's ſhining.

The falsehearted young Man.

AS I went out for my recreation, I heard a fair maid making ſad lamentation, The faireſt young creature that e'er I could diſcover, And thus ſhe laments for the loſs of her lover: I once had a true love, but now I'm forſaken, And he has left me in grief and ſad vexation; No eaſe in my mind have I found, ſince my jewel He has ſlighted my paſſion, and to me proves cruel. My love he was both lightly and ſprightly, Ten thouſand time he ſtrove to delight me, Till I, ſilly maiden, reſign'd up my treaſure, To gratify a falſe hearted young man's pleaſure.