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The whimsical frights they have got
when close to your sides they will tend,
They'll make you a fool or a sot
when your galloping's all at an end.
But we that are merry and free,
carouse and merrily sing;
We will spend three shillings for one,
and drink a good health to the King:
For we have no wives that will scold,
we can both borrow and lend;
Then we will live batchelors till we are old,
and our galloping never shall end.
WILLY'S LOVELY VOICE
COME ye maidens of this city,
Join with me in this my ditty,
Laugh and sing, and dance and play,
And crown with joy the happy day.
Go let glass go briskly round,
For sure I heard the pleasant sound,
Of my Willy's pleasant voice.
Come ye nymphs with me rejoice.
Let all your cares be banish'd hence,
And none attempt with vain pretence,
To impede a scene of pleasure,
Which exceeds the miser’s treasure.
GLASGOW
Printed by J. and M. Robertson, Saltmarket, 1802.
