When with danger ſurrounded, for death
I refign'd,
The thoughts of my jewel was ſtill my mind;
In the midſt of hot battles my grief was for you,
When I thought to lie there with my bonnet
ſo blue.
In ſorrow I left thee, why now doſt thou
When alive I'm preſerved. and now to thee
faint.
I am chaſte, true, and loyal, thy joys to renew,
I'll ſtill wear my plaid and my bonnet ſo blue.
It's true, my dear laſſie, our dangers were
great,
We fought for our King, our country & ſtate,
Por to keep our plaids, becauſe they are new,
That the Scotch may for ever wear bonnets
ſo blue.
the
MOURNFUL WIDOW.
THE cries of lie widow and fatherleſs
are piercing for to hear !
And diſmal is the fatal news
Which I have to declare.
Concerning of theſe gallant ships
That lately has been loſt,
