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To him he gave a free discharge,
All for the sake of Lady Jead;
And now we hear; he's a wealthy 'Squire,
Into the Shire of Aberdeen.
O now behold how fortune turns
Her father's rage to unity!
A d now he lives in sweet content
With the bonny Lass of Banaphie.
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HAP ME WITH THY PETTICOAT.
O Bell thy looks have kill'd my heart,
I pass the day in pain!
When night returns I feel the smart,
and wish for thee in vain;
I'm starving cold, while thou art warm;
have pity and incline,
And grant me for a hap that charm-
ing petticoat of thine.
My ravish'd fancy in amaze
still wanders o'er thy charms,
Delusive dreams ten thousand ways