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 and your bright ey s do me confound,

Let my persuasions be prevailing,

for you have giv'n a mortal w und,

By the hand he softly press'd her,

saying. My, darling, don’t be coy,

Must I, shall I, kiss you Polly,

then she answer'd ay, ay, ay.

 

 

CLAVERS and his Highlandmen,

came down upo' the raw, man,

Who being stout gave many a shout,

the lads began to claw then.

Wi' sword and targe into their hand,

wi' which they were not slaw, man,

Wi' many a fearful heavy sigh,

the lads began to claw then,