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And Trumpet M———e,
Whose breeks were not clean,
Thro misfortune he happen'd to fa, man,
By saving his neck
His trumpet did break,
Came off without music at a, man.
And we ran, and they ran, &c.

So there such a race was,
As ne'er in that place was,
And as little chase was at a, man;
From other they ran,
Without tuck of drum;
They did not make use of a paw, man.
And we ran, and they ran, and they ran, and we ran,
and we ran, and they ran awa, man.


THE BONNY BOATMAN.

Ye gales that gently wave the sea,
And please the canny boatman,
Bear me frae hence, or bring to me
My brave, my bonny Scot—man:
In haly bands
We join'd our hands,
Yet may not this discover,
While parents rate
A large estate,
Before a faithfu' lover.

But I loor chuse in Highland glens
To herd the kid and goat—man,