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278 A bonnie tame paltrick I wared upon Bell,

A sweet singin' mavis to Jeanie I gied,

To Betty I plainly did offer mysel',

She saw the green purse, but I didna succeed.

So I've done my duty; fareweel to all folly;

I'll tak' up my buik, and I'll sit in my chair,

Wi' my red nicht-cap, my cat, and my colly,

Contented and cheerfu', tho' sixty and mair.

[—Tune, "Tibbie Fowler in the glen."—Written during the political commotions which agitated Europe shortly after the great French revolution of 1789.]

lives a lassie on the brae,

O! but she's a bonnie creature;

They ca' her Lizy Liberty,

And monie ane's wooing at her.

Wooing at her, fain wad ha'e her,

Courting at, but canna get her;

Bonnie Lizy Liberty,

There's o'er monie wooing at her.