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5 Ana made John Goukston o’ the laird, And kiss’d his bonny lady.

Then she pat silier in my purse; We drank wine in a cogie; She fee’d a man for to rub my horse, And vow but I was vogie! But I ne’er gat sue sair a fleg Since I cam frae my daddie; The laird cam, rap, rap! to the yett, When I was wi' his lady.

Then she pat me behint a chair, And hap’d me wi’ a plaidie; Where I was like to swarf wi’ fear, And wish’d me wi’ my daddie. The laird gaed out, he saw na me, I staid till I was ready, I promis’d, but I ne’er gaed back To see his bonny lady.

LILLIES OF THE VALLIY.

O’ER. barren hills and flow’ry dales. O'er seas and distant shores, With merry songs and jocund tales. I’ve pass’d some pleasant hours Tho’ wand'ring thus, I ne’er could find, A girl like blytheSome Sally;