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8 Ilk joy and care wi' thee I'll share; Until the day I die, laddie.

Come awa my bonny laddie, Come awa my braw laddie, Come weel, come wae, I'll kils and gae To the braes aboon Bonaw laddie,"

A VICTIM TO DELICATE LOVE.

My lodging is in Leather-lane, A parlour that's next to the sky; 'Tis exposed to the wind and the rain, But the wind and the rain I defy. Such love warm the coldest of spots. As I feel for Scrubbin the fair Oh, she lives by the scouring of pots, In Dyot-street Bloomsbury square.

Oh, was I pint, quart, or gill To be scrubb'd by her delicate hands; Let others possess what they will, Of learning or houses, or lands. But should she false-hearted prove; Suspended, I'll dangle in air A victim to delicate love, In Dyot-street, Bloomsbury square.

FINIS.