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 ( 3 ) Crack a laufe on Maggy’s wyme, Little Cockey Benny. There’s three fheep’s fkins, The barber and his bafon, The bonny lafs o’ Pcatie’s mill, wi’ the free and accepted mafon, Dirum &c.

On Etrick hanks, ne Simmer’s night, The cliffy rocks in view, man; Kath’rine Ogie got a fright, Mang Scotland’s bel's fae blue. man. O waly, waly, up yen word, And down by bonny Yarrow ; The Laffie loft her Silken fnood Ww' Willie, her winfome marrow. Dir &c.

Stately ftapt he cast the wa’, The lad I darena name, man ; Dawn the burn, Davie Love, Wi’ Jessie o’ Dumblane, man. In winter when the rain rain’d cauld, Will brew’d a peck o’ maur, man; John Anderfon ye're turning auld, Pit a fheep’s head i' the pat, man. Dir.&c.

The tailor cam to clou: the claife, Upon a Lammas night, man, When caus'd the battle o’ the flee, And fhew’d M-Craw’s great might, man. John Tamfon at the key hole keeks, My Wife’s a wanton paulky; She s coming Johnny’s grey breeks, And Beft fhe’s but a gawkie. Dirum &c.