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(6) 'Tis proof a-ſhot to birth or money,

But yields to what is ſweet and bonny,

Receive it then with a kiſs and a ſmily,

There’s my thumb it will ne'er beguile thee.

How tempting ſweet theſe lips of thine are?

Thy boſom white, and legs ſae fine are,

That when in pools, I ſee thee clean 'em;

They carry awa’ my heart between ’em.

I wiſh, and I wiſh when it gaes duntin,

O gin I had thee on a mountain,

Though kith and kin and a’ ſhould revile thee,

There’s my thumb I’ll ne’er beguile thee.

Alane through flow’ry hows I dander,

Tearing my flocks left they ſhould wander,

Gin thou'll gae alang, I’ll dawt thee gaylie,

And gi’e thee my thumb I’ll ne’er beguile thee.

O my dear laſſie, it is but daſſin,

To haud thy wooer up ay niff naſſin,

That na, na, na, I bate it moſt vilely,

O ſay, Yes, and I’ll ne’er beguile thee.





To its own proper Tune.

HO’ I’m ſlim, & am young, & was lively, and fair,

Could ſing a good ſong, and in others kill care,

Yet I’m ſurely bewitch’d, for I can’t drive away,

What makes me ſo reſtleſs by night and by day.

In vain I perplex my poor fancy,

To find out the grief,

But alas! no relief!

Heigh ho! what can be the matter with Nancy?