SCOTCH SONGS. I'm as happy wit!? my wallet, my bottle and my callet, As when ! ?m'd in scarlet to follow a drum. Lal de deudte, &c. V. Wb. at tho' with hoary locke I mtmt ?tand tim wint? -shoeiLs, Beneath the woods and rocks oftentimes for a home, When the t'other bag I sell, and the t'other bottle tells I could meet a troop of hell at the sound of* the drum. Lal de daudle, &c. ? ' RECIT.?ITIVO. He ended, and the keba?s Aboon the chorus roar; Whii? fr/ghted rattons backward And seek the benmo?t bore } A fa/? ?dler �r? the neuk, He sldr'd out encore! But up arose the martial chuck, Ana hM the loud ?'o?r. I. I owcz was a maid, tbo' I cannot tell when, And still my delight is in pru?r young men; Some o? of a troop of dra&?oons was my No wonder I'm fomi of a sod?r l?tdie. Sing, lal de lal, II. ? first of my loves was a swa?,ge?.'ng bla. de, To rattle the thundering drum was h/s trade? H/s leg was so tight, and his cheek was so r?ldy, T?armported I was with my sod?er ladcl/e. Sing; lal de lal,
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