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Page |
Verses |
| Kirkaldy is a bonny place |
121-122 |
3 |
| Come, pretty Poll, from tears refrain |
122 |
3 |
| 'Twas in Edinborough town I met wi a lad [sic] |
123 |
3 |
| Come hither, ye youths, and attend to my call |
123-124 |
4 |
| We soldiers drink, we soldiers sing |
124-125 |
4 |
| O Love! 'tis thy power I feel in my breast |
125-126 |
4 |
| Young Damon has woo'd me a monstrous long time |
126 |
3 |
| In vain the broom blooms fresh and gay |
127 |
4 |
| As Wit and Beauty, for an hour |
127-129 |
5 |
| When Heav'n-born Freedom hail'd this happy land |
129-130 |
4 |
| This here's what I does: I, d' ye see, forms a notion |
130 |
3 |
| 'Twas one day at a fete giv'n at Jove's Sans-Souci |
131-132 |
4 |
| Pray, ladies, think not I presume |
132-133 |
4 |
| Rail on at joys that are not thine |
133-134 |
5 |
| Of horns and of echoes that through the woods ring |
134-135 |
5 |
| From the cold snowy mountains of Savoy |
135-136 |
3 |
| All true honest Britons, I pray you draw near |
136-137 |
4 |
| Surge hoarsely murm'ring, young Fanny's grief mocking, The |
137-138 |
3 |
| For England when, with fav'ring gale |
138-139 |
3 |
| Peaceful slumb'ring on the ocean |
139 |
2 |
| Hither, Mary, hither come |
139 |
3 |
| Though Pallas, clad in shining arms |
140 |
4 |
| Lawland maids gang trig and fine |
141 |
5 |
| Though oft we meet severe distress |
141-142 |
3 |