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Your apron, deary, I must confess,
Seems something the shorter, tho’ naithing the less;
Then ha’d your tongue deary, & I will prove true,
And nae mair cry out your apron now.
Chor. Your Apron deary, Your apron now,
Your belly bears up your apron now,
hen ha’d your tongue, deary, & I will prove true,
And nae mair cry out your apron now.

THE PATRIOT FAIR.

When young and artless as the lamb,
Which plays about its fondling dam,
Brisk, buxom, pert, and silly;
I flighted all the manly swains,
And put my virgin heart in chains,
For smiling smooth fac’d Willy.

But when experience came with years,
Which rais’d my hopes and quell’d my fears,
My heart was blythe and bonny,
I turn d off every beardless youth,
So gave my word, and fix’d my truth
On honest sturdy Johnny.

Next at the wake I saw the ’Squire,
For love I felt a new desire.
Fond to outshine my mammy,
I sigh’d for fringes, frogs, and beaux,
For pig-tail wigs, and powder’d clothes,
And silken master Sammy.

For riches next I set a flame,
Old Gripus to my cottage came,
And held an amorous parley.
For music next I chanc’d to burn,
And fondly listen’d in my turn,
To warbling quivering Charley.