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4 Good luck to our good King and Queen,

victorious may they reign for ever,

United complete all their ends,

and united we will be for ever.

Fal de dal, &c.



LAWRIE O’BROOM’S RAMBLES FROM

IRELAND TO SCOTLAND.

THE trade it is bad, now good people I hear;

and my name it is Lawrie O’Broom, Sir,

My father he died, left me all that he had,

t’was a good breeding sow and a loom, Sir.

I lived quite happy a very short space,

Till I married a wife, who soon alter’d the case,

She blackened my eyes, and spat in my face;

It was tight times for Lawrie O’Broom, Sir.

I thought to myself this would not long do,

my passion no longer could smother;

I instantly sold off my loom and my sow,

and sent the jade home to her mother.

And then for old Scotland I straightway did steer;

To leave that sweet place I once lov’d so dear,

With grief in my bosom, was ready to tear

The heart out of Lawrie O’Broom, Sir.