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 We toyed and play'd baith night and day, Wi' him I was delighted.

And with each fond and kind embrace. He swore he'd e'er adore me, I doated on his lovely face, He did list and go before me.

My mither slid, you giddy jade. Why have you been so fickle, Your fa herfather [sic] he's a crusty man. And will not part one pickle.

But let them all say what they will, And let them stripe and score me, I'll doat upon young Sandy still, He's listed and gone before me.

For when we'd on a party go. His treat was rum and brandy, The wenches round the dancing ground, All envy'd me of Sandy,

Yet all in vain, he'd them disdain, And swore he'd e'er adore me, We join'd our han shands [sic] he left the lands. And sail'd away before me.

How blest was I with Sandy dear. Til cruel war's alarm;, Or warlike drums began to beat, Which call'd him from my arms,