6 Came eff without mufic at a man, we ran and they ran, So there such a race was, As ne'er in that place was, And as little chase was at a', man; From other they ran, Without touk of drum, They did not make use of a pa', man. And we ran and they ran & c. Tht Bretray 'd Lover, How happy were my davs till now I ne’er did sorrow feel I rose with joy to milk my cow, or rake my spinning wheel My heart was lighter than a fly, like any bird I sang, Till he pretended love and I believ’d his flattering tongue. Oh ! the fool, the silly silly fool, who trusts what man may be, wish I was a maid again, and in my own country. The Sailor's Return Behold, from ouny an hoftie fhore, and all the dangers ot the man,
