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hence away,

Ise cuddle her close, and gave her a Kiss,
Pray tell me now where is the Harm of this,

Then open the Gates and let me go free,

For Ife gang no more to bonny Dundee. All Scotland never afforded a Lass,

So bonny and blith as Fenny my Dear, Ise gave her a Gown fo green on the Grass,

But now Ife no longer must tarry here, Then faddle my Nag that's bonny and gay, For now it is time to gang

Then open the Gates, and let me go free,

She's ken me no more to bonny Dundee. In Liberty still I reckon to range,

For why I have done no honest Man Wrong, The Parson may take his Daughter again,

For she'll be a Mammy before it is long, And have a young Lad or a Lass of my Breed, Ise think I have done a generous Deed :

Then open the Gates and let me go free,

For Ife gang no more to bonny Dundee. Since Fenny the fair was willing and kind,

And came to my Arms with ready good Will, A Token of Love Ise leave her behind,

That I have requited her Kindness still, Tho' Fenny the fair I often have mow'd, Another may reap the Harvest I sow'd,

Then open the Gates and let me go free,

She's ken me no more in bonny Dundee. Her Daddy would have me to make her my Bride,

But Have and to Hold I ne'er could endure,
From bonny Dundee this Day I will ride,

It being a Place not safe and secure;
Then Fenny farewell my Joy and my dear,
With Sword in my Hand the Paslage Ise clear,

Then open the Gates and let me go free,
For Ife gang no more to bonny Dundee.

My

My Father he is a muckle good Laird,

My Mother a Lady bonny and gay, Then while I have Strength to handle a Sweard,

The Parson's Request Ise never obey,
Then Sawny my Man be thou of my Mind,
In bonny Dundee wese ne'er be confin'd,

The Gates we will force to set ourselves free,
And never come more to bonny Dundee.

Then Sawny reply'd, Ise never refuse

To fight for a Laird so valiant and bold, While I have a Drop of Blood for to lose,

E’er any fickle Loon shall keep us in hold,
This Sweard in my Hand I'll valiantly wield,
To fight by your side to kill or be kill'd;

To force open the Gates and set ourselves free,
And so bid Adieu to bonny Dundee.

With Sweards ready drawn they rid to the Gate,

Where being deny'd a free Passage through, The Master and Man they fought at that rate,

That some ran away, and others they flew;
Thus Focky the Laird, and Sawny the Man,
They valiantly fought, as Highlanders can,

In spite of the Looans they set themselves free,
And fo bid Adieu to bonny Dundee.

XLI. The

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Coy

XLI. Slighted Jocky : Or,

Moggy's unspeakably Cruelty.

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On our Green
The Loons are sporting,
Piping, courting,

On our Green

The blithest Lads are seen ;
There all Day
Our Lasses dance and play,
And every one is gay,
But I, when you're away.

How can I
Have any Pleasure
While

my

Treasure
Is not by ?

The Rural Harmony
Ise not mind,
But Captive like confin'd
Ise lig in Shades behind,
'Cause Moggy proves unkind.

There

There is none That can delight me, If you Night me,

All alone,

Ise ever make my moan;
Life's a Pain
Since by your coy Disdain,
Like an unhappy Swain,
I sigh and weep in vain.

I could be
Right Blith and Jolly;
Melancholly

Ne'r should be

My fatal Destiny,
If I might
But have my Love in sight,
Whose Angel-beauty bright
Was ever my Delight.

Have I not,
In Moggy's Dances
Seen those Glances,
Which have shot,
And, like a Fowler, caught

My poor Heart,
Yes, and I feel the Smart
Of Cupid's fatal Dart,
Since we have been apart.

Femmy can,
With pretty Nancy
Have his Fancy,

Femmy can,
Tho' not so blith a Man,

Have his Will,
Kiss and enjoy her still,
While I on each green Hill,
Weep and lament my fill.

I'u

I'll not wear,
The Wreath of Willow,
Floramella

Charming fair,

Shall ease me of my Care; Who can tell, But she may please as well ? No longer will I dwell In Love's tormenting Cell.

XLIII. The

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