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 SCOTCH SONGS. I'm as happy wit! my wallet, my bottle and my callet, As when ! m'd in scarlet to follow a drum. Lal de deudte, &c. V. Wb. at tho' with hoary locke I mtmt tand tim wint -shoeiLs, Beneath the woods and rocks oftentimes for a home, When the t'other bag I sell, and the t'other bottle tells I could meet a troop of hell at the sound of* the drum. Lal de daudle, &c.  ' RECIT.ITIVO. He ended, and the kebas Aboon the chorus roar; Whii fr/ghted rattons backward And seek the benmot bore } A fa/ dler �r the neuk, He sldr'd out encore! But up arose the martial chuck, Ana hM the loud 'or. I. I owcz was a maid, tbo' I cannot tell when, And still my delight is in prur young men; Some o of a troop of dra&oons was my No wonder I'm fomi of a sodr ltdie. Sing, lal de lal, II.  first of my loves was a swa,ge.'ng bla. de, To rattle the thundering drum was h/s trade H/s leg was so tight, and his cheek was so rldy, Tarmported I was with my soder ladcl/e. Sing; lal de lal,

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