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 78 SOOTCH SONGS. Wi' usquebae an' blankets  She blinker on her sodger; An' ay he gives the tozle drab The tither ske�in kiss, While she held up her greedy gab Just like an aumos disfl. Ilk smack still did crack still, Just like a cadger's whip, Then staggering and swaggering lie roar'd this ditty up-- TvsE--' Soldiers Joi.' I. I xx a son of Mars, who have been in many were, And show my cuts and scars wherever I come; This here was for a wench, and that other in a trench, When welcoming the French at the sound of the drum. Lal de daudle, My prenticeship I past where my leader- bmath'd his last,. When the bloody die was east on the heights of Abram; I served out my trade when the gallant game wu play'd, And the Moro low was laid at the sound of the dram. Lal de daudle, I lastly was with Crtis, among the floating batt'rie, And there I left for witness an arm and a limb; Yet let my country need me, with Elliot to lead I'd clatteP on my stuntim at the sound pf a drum. Lal de claudia, &e.. IV. And now, tho' I must beg with a wooden arm and And many a tatter'd rag hanging over my bum,

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