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The bonny Lad, row’d hi his plaid the laff, who fcorn'd to frown ; She foon forgot the ewes fhe fought, and he to gang to town.

LIBERTY MUCH TO BE PRIZED. SINCE ev'ry charm on earth combine, In Chloe’s breaft, in Chloe’s mind, Why was I born ye gods to fee, What robs me of my Liberty.

Until that fatal haplefs day, My life was lively blythe and gay, Could fport with every one but fhe, Who robs me of my Liberty.

Think then dear Chloe ere too kte, That death muft be my haplefs fate. If love and you do not agree, To fet my heart at Liberty.

Now to the darksome woods I rove, Reflecting on the pains I love, And envy every clown I fee, Enjoy the fweets of Liberty.

We'll follow Hymen's happy train, And every idle care difdain, We'll live in fweet tranquility, Nor wifh for greater Liberty.

GLASGOW, Printed by J. and M. Robertfon, Saltmarket, 1802. the darkfome woods I rove,’ on the pains of love. every clown I fee, fweets of Liberty.

We’ll follow Hymen’s happy train, And every idle care difdain. We’ll live in fwcet tranquility. Nor wifli for greater Liberty. GLASGOW, Printed by J. and M, Robcrtfon, Saltmarket, r8oa.