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Was I cast on some distant shore,
Where do the foaming billows roar,
For my desire would be in this,
To a lovely lass and a jug of this.
Yet was I sick, both pale and wan,
And scarcely able for to stand,
All my own cure could be in this,
A lovely lass and a jug of this.
When I am dead and laid in my grave,
No corse-like-tomb-stone let me have;
Give me my desire and crown my wish,
Drink o'er my grave a hogshead of this.
ADVICE TO THE FAIR SEX.
WHEN the shepherd seeks to woo,
mind them lest they faithless prove,
But if once you find them true,
fear not to reward their love.
Let not beauty make you vain,
men of worth deserves your care;
Never give a lover pain
if you find his heart sincere.
Love, the source of every joy,
ask whatever we can give,
Love should every hour employ,
'tis for love alone we live.
Glasgow, Printed by J. & M. Roberston, Saltmarket, 1799.
