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With ruffles and ribbons, and every thing braw,
That few thought I'd oxter'd my laddie at a', &c.
My Love was ſo handſome in every degree
His comely locks ſo enſnared me,
That he ſoon gain'd my love, which led in a ſnare;
And I'll never, never enter my laddie mair, &c.
My daddie is like to be my dead,
For the loſing of my maidenhead:
With the rock and the reel my minnie does me bang,
And all for the oxtering my laddie ſae ſae lang, &c.
My brother daily frowns upon me,
For acting my part ſo fooliſhlie:
My ſiſter ſhe calls me a very ſilly jade,
And all far oxtering my bonny lad, &c.
But if my ſweet babe were born,
My parents ſhall never hold me in ſcorn;
For all their frowns I would diſdain,
In hopes for to oxter my laddie again, &c.
