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And with tremb'ling hands (oh, the simple swain,)
Her glowing bosom press'd
Then the virgin wak'd and affrighted flew,
Yet look'd as wishing he would pursue,
With a fa, la, la, &c.
But Damon miss'd his cue.

Now repenting that he had let her fly,
Himself he thus accus,d:
What a dull and stupid thing was I,
That such a chance abus'd!
To my shame 'twill now on the plains be said,
Damon a virgin asleep betray'd,
With a fa, la, la, &c.
Yet let her go a maid.

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HERES' TO THE SODGER WHA BLED.

Here's to the year that's awa,
We will drink it strong and in sma';
An' here's to ilk bonny young lassie we lo'e;
While swift flew the year that's awa.
An' here's to ilk, &c.

Here's to the soger wha bled,
An' the sailor wha bravely did fa':
Though their fame is alive, yet their spirits are fled,
On the wings of the year that's awa.
Though their fame is alive, &c.