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And if you prove a good husband,
E'en tak' your auld cloke about ye.
Bell, my wife, she lo'es nae strife
But she will guide me if she can;
And, to maintain an easy life,
I aft maun yield, though I'm gudeman.
Noughts to be won at woman's hand,
Unless ye gi'e her a' the plea;
Then I'll leave aff where I began,
And tak' my auld cloke about me.
THE SAILOR'S RETURN.
BEHOLD from many a hostile shore,
And all the dangers of the main,
Where billows mount, aud tempests roar,
Your faithful Tom retnrns again;
Returns, and with him brings a heart
That ne'er from Sally shall depart.
After long toils and troubles past,
How sweet to trade our native soil,
With conquest to return at last?
And deck our sweethearts with the spoil!
No one to beauty should pretend,
But such as dare its right defend.
FINIS.
