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7 How durst you let the lown Presume to play the fool? But for the faut he’s done, He must ride the repenting-stool.

So Peg she held her tongue Till Bess she said nae mair; Then straightway they sent For spanky Andrew Carr. The clown he kept his word. And quickly came with speedy; So now they married are, And free to do the deed.

—Row de dow de dow, &c.





mariners of England, Who guard our native seas, Who for these thousand years have brav’d The battle and the breeze; Your glorious standard launch again, And match another foe. And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, While the stormy winds do blow, While the stormy winds do blow, While the battle rages long and loud, And the stormy tempests blow.