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 (4) In Fife there liv'd a wicked Wife, And ſhe has ta'en the gee, man; The door-barring caus'd the ſtrife, and Sandy o'er the lee, man. Tarry woo ſrae Tweedside came, Free Aberdeen cauld kail man; Made grade Scotch brose to fill our wame; Could Donald M'Donald fail, man?—Dir, &c.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot? Sae merry's we hae been, man! Yet ſtill on Menie's charms I doat, At Polwart on the green, man. Willie was a wanton weg, And push'd about the jorum; While Rab the Ranter burst his bag, Playing the Reel o' Tullochgorum. Dirum dum, &c.

A NEW LOVE-SONG. Hard by a clear river in the ſweet month of May, In ſearch of my true-love I happen'd to ſtray, I heard a young damsel there loudly complain, In ſorrow, for parting from her darling ſwain. O cruel parents wherever you be, That banish'd my darling, ſweet Jamie from me, No other man breathing my favour ſhall gain, The pride of all nature's my own darling ſwain.