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 (8) When cannons they do rattle, and bullets they do fly, And a ſilver trumpet funding to drown our deadly cry! If I could meet a bonny laſs, that's merry, blyth and gay, And on her to ſet my fancy, what would my Nancy ſay? What would I ſay, dear Willy, O I would love her too; And I would flip aſide, my dear, if that would pleaſure you. Why, ſay you fr. dear Nancy? You now do gain my heart! Come let us now be married, before that we do part. This couple now are married, and failing o'er the main, All goodneſs may attend them till they return again. FINIS. Falkirk-T. Johnſton, Printer. 1815