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 Iv’e seen the day that they were nought,

but a poor scogy lassie.

With silver buckles in their shoon,

and vow but they look nice man;

They bob their heads and cock their tails,

I'm sure they are not wise man.

And whit makes you look so high lassie,

and what makes you look so hie;

Zou’ll mind your minnie was but poor,

tho’ now' you drink your tea.

Our ladies now they need not dress,

tho’they are off high station;

For ev’ery jilt must have the same,

they’re a, got in the fashion.

In the finest dress I can express,

they are all trimmed and ready,

That it is not easy for to know

the scogy by the lady,

And when they go to balls or plays

they hold their mouths so mim man,

But in the dark they’ll take a start:

and is not that a sin man.

With ribbons, rings, and othea things,

whinch makes me for to stare man;

And side ruffles danging at their sleeves,

they’re two yards wide and mair man,

And what makes you so vogie, &c.

They have such high heels in their shoes,