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A week indeed, and ſcarce that ſame.
a pleaſing thing ſhe was;
But e'er the ſecond Sabbath came,
ſhe made me cry alas!
How oft ſince that I've cry'd alas!
it's needleſs here to tell;
But if the fau't be on my ſide,
the jade ſhe kens herſel'.
And ſhe's ay, ay tempting me, &c.
I canno' ca' my houſe my ain,
nor any thing that's in't;
And if I chance but once to frown,
me flies like fire frae flint.
My very hair I canno' cut,
my cloaths I canno' wear
In any other faſhion but
what's pleaſing to my dear.
And ſhe's ay, ay ruling me, &c.
She kens I like exceedingly,
a dainty diſh o' meat;
But ſhe cooks it up ſo dirtily,
that a bit I canno' eat:
And if I chance to wring my mouth;
or even ſhake my head,
