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And when she comes hame, she lays on the lads,
She ca s the lasses baith limmers and jades.
And me mysell nought but an auld cuckold carlie,
Oh gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly.
THE VIRGIN's CHOICE.
Tune—Nansy's to the Green-wool gone,
As now my bloom comes on apace,
the swains begin to teaze me;
But two who claim the foremost place,
try different ways to please me.
To judge aright, and chuse the best,
is not so soon decided,
When both their merits are exprest,
I may be less divided.
Palemon’s flocks unnumber’d stray,
he’s rich above all measure,
Would I but smile, be kind and gay,
he'd give me all his treasure,
But then our years so disagree,
so much as I remember.
It is but May I’m sure with me,
with him it is December.
