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 That I ran na o’er the Burnie, After Jockie, my dear honey. Jockie, &c.

But an ye wa’d tak me by the hand, And in before the haly band, I would sell my pickle yarn, And we'd be bedded in the barn. Jockie, &c.





OVE’S a gentle generous Passion, scource of all sublime delights, Which with mutual inclinations, two fond hearts in one unites.

What are titles, pomp or riches, if compar’d with true content, That false joy which now bewitches, when obtain’d we may repent.

Lawless passion brings vexation, but a chaste and virtuous love, Is a glorious emulation, of the blissful state above.