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 And leave your men in ſie a ſrait,
 * So early in the morning.
 * Hey Johnny Coup, &c.


 * Alas! quoh Johnny, I got a fleg,

Wi' them claymores and philabegs, If I face them again I'll break my legs; So I wiſh you a good morning.


 * Hey Johnny Coup are ye waking yet,
 * Or are your drums a-beating yet,
 * If ye were waking I wou'd wait,
 * To gang to the coals i' the morning.

ULCAN, contrive me ſuch a cup as Neſtor us d of old; Try all your art to trim it up,
 * and Damaſk it round with gold.

Carve me thereon the mantling vine,
 * and eke two lovely boys;

Whoſe limbs in amorous folds intwine,
 * the type of future joys.

Make it ſo large, when filled with ſack,
 * up to the ſwelling brim;