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A WIFE FOR ANY MAN.
DE’IL tak the wars that hurry’d Willy from me,
Who to love I just had sworn
They made him Captain, sure, to undo me,
Woe’s me, he’ii ne’er return:
A thousand loons abroad will fight him,
He from thou lands ne’er will run:
Day and night I did invite him,
To stay safe from sword and gun.
I us’d alluring graces,
With muckle kind embraces.
Now fighting, then crying, tears dropping fall,'
And had he my soft arms
Preferr’d to war’s alarms;
My love grows mad,
Without the help of gad,
I fear in my fit I had granted all.
Just at our parting, how my hand he squeezed,
And granted me an humble kiss,
And spoke so kind, in truth I was pleased,
For I found a joy in this.
Then did I beg him. to quit his commission,
Lest he should never return again;
And then how wretched would be my condition,
If Willy in the wars was slain.
I sigh’d, and often told him.
What dangers might befal him;
In battle guns rattle, thousands likewise fall,
And if my love should die,
What should become of me?
Who here must lie,
Lamenting every day.
And if Willy’s kill’d added to all
