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Good luck to our good King and Queen,
victorious may they reign for ever,
United complete all their ends,
and united we will be for ever.
Fal de dal, &c.
LAWRIE O’BROOM’S RAMBLES FROM
IRELAND TO SCOTLAND.
THE trade it is bad, now good people I hear;
and my name it is Lawrie O’Broom, Sir,
My father he died, left me all that he had,
t’was a good breeding sow and a loom, Sir.
I lived quite happy a very short space,
Till I married a wife, who soon alter’d the case,
She blackened my eyes, and spat in my face;
It was tight times for Lawrie O’Broom, Sir.
I thought to myself this would not long do,
my passion no longer could smother;
I instantly sold off my loom and my sow,
and sent the jade home to her mother.
And then for old Scotland I straightway did steer;
To leave that sweet place I once lov’d so dear,
With grief in my bosom, was ready to tear
The heart out of Lawrie O’Broom, Sir.
