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Judas and My got yon place,
For gold cannot restore them.
Now, dad and son, I am to end,
This new song that I have penn’d ;
May all the traitors high be hanged,
For Athole men abhors them.
CUPID’S ADVEFTURE
As Cupid was a rambling,
the day all along,
And when he had done rambling,
the night coming on:
He knocked at the door,
she awoke with surprize,
Saying, who is there that calleth,
Saying, &c.
my rest for to destroy.
The Archer he answered,
so meek ond so mild,
Said he. I am a little
unfortunate child;
It’s a cold rainy night,
and I am wet to the skin,
And I have lost my way,
And, &c.
so pray let me in.
