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( 5 ) And when to ſeriouſneſs I'm bent, ſhe’s a’together mad. When I could like to hear her ſpeak. ſhe chuſes to be dumb ; And when her ſilence much I ſeek, ſhe rattles like a drum.

And ſhe’s ay, ay deaving me, &c.

That wedlock is a Paradiſe, let thoſe that ken it tell; But yet in my opinion it’s little leſs than hell : But hope and comfort yet remain, comfort, and no more, Death will come and break the chain, and free me from her power.

And ſhe’ll ſoon, ſoon bury me, &c.





MARY OF GLENKILLOCH.

Will ye go to Glenlkilloch, Mary, where the burnie fa’s owre the linn ? its murmurs are dear to me Mary, when borne on the laſt breathing win’