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  She turn’d about, and said, Behold!
 * I’m not at your devotion;

But, Sir I thank you for your gold,
 * 'twill help t'enlarge my portion.

Then I began to stamp and stare,
 * to see what she had acted;

With my two hands I tore my hair,
 * like one that was distracted.

Give me my money then, I cry'd,
 * good faith I did but lend it;

But she full fast away did ride,
 * and vow’d she did not intend it.


 * When trees compos'd rhymes,

And flowers did with elegy flow;
 * It was in a field,
 * Which various did yield,

A Rose and a Thistle did grow.
 * It was in' a field, &.c.


 * In a sun-shining day,
 * The Role chanc'd to say,

Friend Thistle, I'll be with you plain,
 * And if you would be
 * United to me,

You would ne’er be a * Thistle again.
 * And if you would be, &c.