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Love gies the word
Then haſte on board,
Fair winds and tenty boat—man,
Waft o'er, waft o'er
Frae yonder ſhore,
My blithe, my bonny Scot—man.
SLIGHTED NANCY.
Tune.—if the Kirk wad let me be.
’TIS I ha'e ſeven braw new gowns,
and ither ſeven better to mak,
And yet for a' my braw new gowns,
my wooer has turned his back;
Beſides I ha'e ſeven milk-ky,
and Sandy he has but three;
And yet for a' my good ky,
the laddie winna ha'e me.
My dadie's a delver of dykes,
my mither can card and ſpin,
And I'm a fine fodgel laſs,
and the ſiller comes linkin in,
The ſiller comes linkin in,
and it is fu' fair to ſee,
And fifty times wow! O wow,
what ails the lads at me?
When ever our Baty does bark,
