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5 Foul fa' the cock, he's spilt the play,

and I to trow he’s but a fool.

We'll sit a while 'tis laig to day,

for a' the cocks do rave at Yool.

Since we ha'e met, we'll merry be,

the foremost hame shall bear the mell;

I'll set me down lest I be fee,

for fear that I should bear't myself.

And I, quoth Rob. and down sat he,

the gear shall never me cut-ride,

But we'll tak a sowp of the barley-bree,

and drink unto our yell fire-side.





THE JOLLY SALIOR.

A Lady born of birth and fame,

To Greenwich town for pleasure came.

Where she a sailor did behold,

Both tall aud trim, of courage bold.

She view'd him with her lovely eyes,

Her heart was fill'd with great surprise,

For he was handsome, tall and trim,

This Lady fell in love with him.