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Wi' ruefu' face, and signs o' grace, I paid the buttock hire; The night was dark, and thro' the park, I couldna but convoy her. A parting kiss, what could I less; My vows began to scatter, Sweet Betsy fell, fal, lal, de ral. And I'm a fornicator.

But by the sun and moon I swear, And I'll fulfill ilk hair o't, That while I own a single crown, She's welcome to a share o't. My roguish boy, his mother's joy. And darling of his pater, I for his sake, the name will take, A hardened fornicator.