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And if that I forty years longer remain,
I never, no never will croſs her again.
The young man reply’d, I'm not free to truſt,
But if you will give me a writing firſt,
I'll bring her though rever ſuch hazardé I run:
A match ſaid the old man, the ſame ſhall be done.
He gave him a bond, having taken the ſame,
Away to the Bride with the writing he came,
And told her the ſtory of what he had done,
It made the whole family laugh at the fun.
Next morning he dreſt himſelf in his beſt clothes,
With his charming Bride like a beautiful roſe,
A walk to her father's houſe ſtraight they did take,
And happ’ned to meet him juſt entering the gates;
They fell on their knees and his bleſling did crave,
The which he prefently unto them gave:
Then killing his daughter, he turn’d to his ſon,
Saying, John you have funn’d me as ſure as a gun.
They up from their knees and told him the truth,
He ſaid, as you're both in the bloom of your youth,
I give you my bleſſing, and for your policy,
Two thouſand good pounds you ſhall have when I die.
You lovers in Britain whoever you be,
That read theſe few verſes, take counſel of me;
Don't matter love croſſes tho thick they do fail,
One night's lodging ſhall make a mends for all.
THRO’ THE WOOD LADDIE.
O Sandy, why leaves thou thy Nelly to mourn?
Thy prefence cou'd eaſe me,
When naething can pleaſe me:
Now dowie I figh on the bank of the burn,
Or thru’ the wood, laddie, until thou return.
