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But poor Paul said nothing for fear he'd offended,
For if he had spoken, his life she'd have ended,
She up with the laddie, and broke his noddle,
Which made him remember to rock the craddle.
Sing rue, rue, &c.
Paul was a man that follow'd hard labour,
Nanny she gossip'd about with her neighbour,
She was the express for to fetch and to carry,
And those that want news may learn it of Nanny.
Sing rue, rue, &c.
Now Paul he is gone, and left Nanny his money,
Although he call'd her his love and his honey,
He would not have left her while he had a boddle,
If she had not broke his head with a ladle.
Sing me, rue, &c.
You batchelors all that are cuddling and wooing,
I'd have you be careful now of your chusing,
And you young maids that want to be marry'd,
I’d have you rake warning by Paul and Nanny,
Sing rue, rue, &c.
Braw JOHNNY BUTE.
Tune.—Flowers of Edinburgh.
BRaw Johnny Bute was a bonny meikle man,
frae Scotland he came with his broad sword in hand,
He came at the head of a braw bonny clan,
wha the meickle d—l could his music withstand.
He looked so neat, and he killed so sweet,
that a dame of renown soon gave ear to his suit,
Then his pipe he lugg'd out, and you need not to doubt
but in concert he play'd with her German Flute.
Quoth he bonny lassie, your flute gangs well,
and keeps good time with my bagpipe so clear,
Sic music as this will surely never fail,
but in time to encore with an English ear.
