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Came counsel, dear tittv don’t tarry;
I’ll gi’e ye my bonny black hen,
Gin ye will advise me to marry
The lad I lo’e dearly, Tam Glen,
Gin ye will, &c.
A good Excuse for DRINKING.
UPBRAID me not, capricious fair,
With drinking to excess;.
I should not want to drown despair,
Were your indifference less
Love me, my dear, and you shall find
When this excuse is gone,
That all my bless when Chloe’s kind,
Is fixed on her alone.
The god of wine the victory
To beauty yields with joy;
For Bacchus only drinks like me,
When Ariadne’s coy.
FINIS
