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The auld wives ſat and they chew'd,
and when that the carles grew nappy,
They danc’d as weel as they dow’d,
wi’ a crack o' their thumbs & a knappie.
The lad that wore the white band,
I think they ca’d him Jamie Mather,
And he took the Bride by the hand,
and cry’d to play up Maggy Lauder.
ABSENCE ILL to BIDE.
YE ſhepherds ſo chearful and gay,
whoſe ſtocks never careleſsly roam:
Should Corydon’s happen to ſtray,
Oh! call the poor wanderers home.
Allow me to muſe and to ſigh,
nor talk of the change that I find;
None once was ſo watchful as I,
— I have left my dear Phillis behind.
Now I know what it is to have ſtrove,
with the tortures of doubt and deſire;
What it is to admire and to love,
and to leave her we love and admire.
Ah! lead forth my flock in the morn,
and the damps of each evening repel,
Alas ! I am faint and forlorn,
— I have bid my dear Phillis farewel,
