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If you make me lady of one good town,
I'll make you lord of three.
Ah! cursed be the gold, he said,
if thou hadst not been true,
I should have forsaken my sweet love,
and have changed her for a new.
And now their hearts being linked fast,
they join hand in hand;
Thus he had both purse and person too,
and all at his command.
The Soldiers Farewell.
WE marched out from Scotland,
the fourteenth day of May,
Our colours they were flying,
and soldiers brink and gay.
With mady a pretty fair maid,
with tears all in their eyes,
Take me along with you my dear,
it was their constant cries.
No, no, my dearest Nancy,
