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 (8) He did oblige me every hour, Could I but thankful be? He ſtole my heart !-Gould I refuse Whatever he ask'd of me? While thus we ſpent our time by turns, Betwixt our fucks and play, I envy d not the faireſt dame, Tho' ne'er lo rich and gay! O the broom! &c. Hard fare! that I ſhould banish d be, Gang heavily, and mourn, Because I love the kindest ſwain That ever yet was born! Adieu, ye Cowden-Knows, adieu ! Farewell all pleasures there! Ye gods reſtore me to my ſwain, Is all I crave or care. O the broom! the bonny, bonny broom! The broom of the Cowden-Knows! I wish I were with my dear ſwain, Milking my daddy's ewes. FINIS. Falkirk, Printed by T. Johnston