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 'Twas by a letter this damſel had receiv'd,

That ſhe knew her love of his hie was bereav'd,

She ſcarce could read the contents, her eyes with tears

Her heart it was filled with ſorrow and woe. (did flow,

Dejected I wander ſo fad and forlorn, etc,

Simpathiſe then with me you young laſſes ſo brave,

And drop a ſoft tear on my love's watery grave,

You who are fond of a ſailor that plows on the main,

In Nelfon's engagement my ſailor was ſlain.

Deject'd l wander ſo ſad and forlorn, etc.

Johnny Bute was a bonny meikle man,

frae Scotlard came with his broad ſword in hand,

He came at the head of a braw bonny Clan,

who the meikle d—I could his muſic withſtand!

He looked ſo neat, and he kiſſed ſo ſweet,

that a dame of renown ſoon gave ear to his ſuit,

Then his pipe he lugg'd out, and you need not doubt,

but in concert he play'd with her German flute.

Quoth he bonny laſſie, your flute gangs well,

and keeps good time with my bagpipes ſo clear;

Sic muſic as this will ſurly never fail,

but in time to encore with an Engliſh ear.

What muſic ſo ſweet, or harmony ſo neat,

as the bagpipes, when join'd with the German flute,

Then turning up her eyes the blythſome dame replies,

when the bagp pes plays with braw Johnny Bute.

Play on bonny lad, for I've got great ſtore of gold,

your bags ſhall be fill'd, while your pipes you do play,

But you ne'er ſhall return to a climate ſo cold,

while your kiſſes are ſo ſweet, & warmer than May.

Quoth he, never mourn, for I never shall return,

while here I can taſte of the golden fruit,

Then his pipes fall he ſlay'd & another lilt he play'd

in concert ſo ſweet with her German flute.