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Of a ſtar-light morn I’ve bid good night,
 Crying Vauxhall Watch.
The ſpark replies no one will ſee,
You are deceiv’d, my ſoul, ſaid ſhe,
There’s that Iriſh thief, meaning me,
 Crying Vauxhall watch.
Then I gets a thirteen not to talk,
And I gently ſteal t’wards the dark walk,
I then decamp no ſport to baulk,
 Crying Vauxhall Watch.

LOW DOWN IN THE BROOM.

’TWAS on a Monday morning,
 the day appointed was,
That Pate went forth into the broom,
 to meet his bonny laſs;
Blyth and merry was his heart,
 and ſweetly then ſung he,
She’s low down, she’s in the broom,
 waiting for me;
Waiting for me, my dear,
 waiting for me;
She’s low down, ſhe’s in the broom,
 where merry ſhall we be:
Now Jenny ſhe’s gane down the burn,
 and its to meet with Pate;
But what they ſaid and what they did,
 we ſhortly ſhall repeat:
Blyth and merry was her heart,
 and ſweetly then ſung ſhe,
He’s low down and in the broom,
 waiting for me.Waiting for me, &c.
She looked o’er her left ſhoulder,
 to ſee what ſhe could ſee,
And there ſhe ſpy’d her own true love,
 come linking o'er the lee: