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                             (  6  ) And send to them to foreign countries, To support our enemies Foreigners we do encourage, This dear neighbours is the truth, Our line ale and good Scotch whisky, Has no relish in our mouth.

Brandy and rum we choose to drink, And many a costly thing beside, There's nothing that appears among us, But perfect poverty and pride. Now observe the pride of women, How they walk with fuch air With ribbons, rings, ruffles, abd fans, Capushines, and foreheads bare.

With paint and patches on their faces, In the fashion they must be, And the poorest wife among them, Must each morning have her tea. Our men are grown so void of region, Think not on a married wife, Choose to keep up gaudy misses, Weary of a wended life.

Women do not love their husbands, Is not this a double sin,