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that I cannot tell the cause man,
'Tis surely for to prop them up,
for scar of backward fa’s man.
I now incline to tell my mind,
for I have thought it still man,
That they get mony backward fa’s
but few against their will man.
And what makes you so vogie, &c.
And there’s our creelman’s daughters,
with silks they’re drest so bra’ man;
But what they get to buy them wi’,
I cannot tell at a’ man:
They surely fell their maiden-head,
and that’s against the law man:
And when they do fell one away,
they’d muckle need of twa’ man,
And O but ye be vogie lassie, &c.
There’s mussel meg and sister Jean,
they make a gallant show man,
With silver buckles in their shoon,
their cry is piss and go man.
And the milk-maids these airy jades,
the de’il fit on their doup man,
They’re like to poison honest folk,
by pissing in their stoup man.
And vow but ye be bra' lassie, &c
’Tis at fifteen they are right keen,
