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( 3 ) A week indeed, and ſcarce that ſame.
 * a pleaſing thing ſhe was;

But e'er the ſecond Sabbath came,
 * ſhe made me cry alas!

How oft ſince that I've cry'd alas!
 * it's needleſs here to tell;

But if the fau't be on my ſide,
 * the jade ſhe kens herſel'.


 * And ſhe's ay, ay tempting me, &c.

I canno' ca' my houſe my ain,
 * nor any thing that's in't;

And if I chance but once to frown,
 * me flies like fire frae flint.

My very hair I canno' cut,
 * my cloaths I canno' wear

In any other faſhion but
 * what's pleaſing to my dear.


 * And ſhe's ay, ay ruling me, &c.

She kens I like exceedingly,
 * a dainty diſh o' meat;

But ſhe cooks it up ſo dirtily,
 * that a bit I canno' eat:

And if I chance to wring my mouth;
 * or even ſhake my head,