Page:Song, on the grand illumination in Glasgow.pdf/6

6

Those low heel'd slippers they do wear,
their gouty legs to shew Sir;
Their petticoats are fringed round,
they cut a tempting show Sir:
And when their bosoms you do view,
the truth I do declare, O.
A modesty they all must have,
if ne'er a smock they wear, O.

The farmers’ daughters every where,
the truth I do lay down Sir,
They dress as grand l do declare,
as Ladies of renown Sir
A cap and feather they must have,
and mask all o'er their faces,
Let’s hope their pride it will come down,
to linsey woolsey dresses.

---

THE PATRIOT FAIR.

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

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