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 9 Oh, have you patience, honest gentleman, And hear me speak a word, sir, For two pence is all the money I've got, To carry me many a mile, sir, Ile said no longer he would wait, His patience I had fairly tired ; His pan it flashed, his brains I smashed, With my shillelah that never missed fire. With my, &c.

DUMBARTON'S BONNIE DELL.

There's no a nook in a' the land King William rules sae well, There's naething half sae canty-grand, As blythe Dumbarton's dell: And would you speer the reason why. The truth I'll fairly tell, A winsome lassock lives hard by Dumbarton's bonnie dell.

Up by yon glen Loch Lomond laves, Where bold M'Gregors dwell; And bogles dance o'er heroes' graver, There lives Dumbarton's belle: She's blest with every charm in life, And this I know full well- I'll ne'er be happy till my wife Is blythe Dumbarton's belle,