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Sir the lads of ſweet Newry are all roving blades,
And take great delight in courting fair maids,
They kiſs them & preſs them, & call them their own,
and perhaps your darling lies mourning at home,

Believe me my jewel, the caſe is not ſo,
I never was married, the truth you muſt know,
So theſe ſtrangers agreed as the caſe it is known,
and I wiſh them both happy & ſafe to their home.


THE HUMBLE BEGGAR.

IN Scotland there lived a humble Beggar,
He had neither houſe, nor hauld, nor hame,
But he was well liked by ilka bodie,
And they gae him ſunkets to rax his wame.

A nivefoy o' meal, and a handfow o' groats,
A dadd o' bannock, or herring brie,
(illegible text)auld parrage, or the lickings o plates,
Wad made him as blyth as a beggar cou'd be.

This Beggar he was a humble Beggar,
The feint a bit o' pride had he,
He wad a ta'en his a'ms in a bikker,
Frae gentleman, or poor bodie.

His wallets a-hint and a-fore did, hang,
In as good order as wallets cou'd be:
A lang kail-gully hang down by his ſide,
And a meikle nowt-horn to rout on had he.

(illegible text) happened ill, it happened warſe,
It happened ſae, that he did die:
And wha do ye think was at his late-wake,
But lads and ladies o' high degree.