XLIV. The Scotch Lafs's Complaint for the lofs of her Maidenhead.

PON my Way from Fife to Aberdeen,

UP

Ife met the bonniest Lad as e'er was feen,
Black Eyne, and Ruby Lip, and on each Brow
Sat Charms, as made me love Ife know not how,
With muckle Joys and Raptures he me embrac'd,
And caft his folding Arms about my Waste,
And was fo lovely brisk and blith that I,
To Jockey's Love was forc'd foon to comply.

But he, aweladay, falfe perjured Loon,
No fooner had enjoy'd me but was gone;
With scornful Smiles he left me all alone,
Unto the fenfelefs Trees to make my Moan;
For faithless Fockey's fake, Ife henceforth sware,
Ife never will believe what Loons fay mare:
But Ife will gang and wander up and down,
And hide my Head where Fenny is not known.

Ah me? poor filly Wretch, how foon undone !
Thus for one Moment's Joy to lig alone;
Sigh, fob, complain, and with vain Hopes beguile
Sad Time away; but he, false Loon, the while
Brags o'er his Conqueft, is with Fenny cloy'd,
And now unkindly flights what he enjoy❜d:
Then Laffes never truft, left you complain,
'Gainst Fate, and figh, as Fenny does, in vain.

For Loons have Wiles, poor Lasses to undo,
First to ensnare, then make them buckle too,
With thousand Oaths proteft that they adore
Thy Beauty more than any feen before ;

But when the Traytors do their End obtain,
What eagerly they courted they'll disdain,
Will with contemptuous Pride infult on her,
That e'er the Knot is ty'd, resigns her Honour.

FINIS.

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