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And ca's the laſſes
haith limmers and jades;
And my ſell nought
but an auld cuckold earlie,
Oh gin my wife
wad drink, hooly and fairly,
TIME HAS NOT THINN'D &c.
TIME has not thinn'd my flowing hair,
nor bent me with his iron hand:
Ah! why ſo ſoon the bloſſom tear,
Ere autumn yet the fruit demand.
Let me enjoy the cheering day,
Till many a year has o'er me roll'd,
Pleas'd, let me trifle life away,
And ſing of love e'er I grow old.
FINIS.
