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( 8 ) And loving friends, for ought I know, I mean this ſingle penny-prize, It may be the best I did beſtow, in all my wealthy merchandize.

Taking his leave, away they came, both he and his brave hearts of gold, To whom he ſaid, I'll prove the ſame, when I my native land behold. With full ſpread ſail to ſea they went, Neptune the golden cargo bore, Thro' roaring waves to their content, at length they reach'd the Britiſh ſhore.

The merchant put on poor array, the very worſt of ragged cloths, And then without the leaſt delay, he to his wanton harlot goes. But when to her his moan he made, as the old faher did him ſhew, Begone you rogue, the harlot ſaid: his loving wife he found ſtill true.

FINIS.

Falkirk—T Johnston, Printer