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 SONGS. VL And now a widow, I must mourn The pleasures that will ne'er ret.m'n; No eornfort but a hearty can, When I think on John Highlandman. A pigmy seraper.wi' his fiddle., TVha us'd to tTys and fairs to driddle, Her strappan,limb.and gaucy middle, He reach'd nae. Had hoI'd his heartie like a riddle, An* 5]awn't on Vi' hand on haunch, an upward e'e lie croon'd his gamut, one, two, three, �nen in an Arioso ke]h e wee Apollo Iet' off  wi* J/llcgretto lee lite giga solo. Tw--' W7t/e e'er tlw L me ryke up to dight that tear, go wi' me to be my dear, An' thn you ev'ry care and fear May whistle o'er the lqve o't. I am a fiddler fo m trade, �nd a' the tunes that e'er Iplmj'd, The sweetest still to wife or maid, lra whist o'er ihe lae o't. H. .At kirns and weddings we'e be them, And O! e niceIfs we will farel

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