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Then she put siller in my purse,
We drank wine in a cegie
She see'd a man to rub mp horse,
And wow but I was vogie.
But I gat ne'er sae sair a fleg,
Since I came frae my daddy,
The laird came rap rap to the yet,
When I was wi' his lady.
Then she pat me behind a chair
And happ'd me wi' a plaidie,
But I was like to swarf with fear,
And wish'd me wi' my daddy.
The laird gaed out he saw na me,
I gaed when I was ready,
I promis'd but I ne'er gaed back,
To see his bonny lady.
THE SAILOR'S RETURN.
Behold, from many an hostile shore,
and all the dangers of the main,
Where billows mount, and tempests roar,
your faithful Tom return again;
Returns, and with him brings a heart,
That ne'er from Sally shall depart.
After long toils and troubles past,
how sweet to tread our native soil,
With conquest to return at last,
and deck our sweethearts with the spoil,
No one to beauty should pretend
But such as dare its rights defend.
