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5 (illegible text) hat this poor thing to loſe her life heath a bleedy villains knife, In really ſley't that our guid wife. Will never win-ahoon't ava: a ye bards benorth Kinghorn, all your muſeſ up and mourn, ur ewic wi' the crookit horn, Stown frac's, and fellt-and r.!
The GREENWICH LADY. lady of great birth and fame to Greenwich town for pleaſure came; here there a ſailor ſhe did behold, whoſe courage was bush ſtout and bold le viewed him with her lovely eyes, which filled her hear with great ſurpriſe being proper tall and trim, This lady fell in love with him.
