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 But if they’re maids till past that age,

they whores are all their life man.

So of these jilts l pray take care,

and do not wed such trolls man,

For if ye do, I’ll tell ye how,

they'll horn you like a bull man.

O well I know your eye lassie,

O well l know your eye;

Ye’ll vex a man and chap his pan,

His head ye’ll hornifie.

All you that’s for a careful wife,

for to increase your flock man,

Ne’er wed a maid that casts her head

about like a game-cock man.

But those to you I recommend,

that’s clad in a douse weed man:

And ne’er wed those who walk so proud,

for they will horn your head man.

and gin ye busk so bra’ lassie,

gin ye busk so bra’,

The lads will catch your maiden-head,

and that’s against the law. 



N good Sir Robert’s golden days,

When bribery had no harm in’c.

My brother Vere first brought this place,

And fought for Court preferment: