A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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Around, whare'er ye fling your een.
The haiks, like wind, are scourin
Some chaises honest fock contain ;
And some ha'e mony a whore in.
Wi* rose and lily, red and white.
They gi'e themsels sic fit airs
Xfike Dian, they will seem perfite
But it's nae gowd that glitters
Wi' them thir days.
The Lion here, wi' open paw.
May cleek in mony hunder,
Wha geek at Scotland and her Ikwj
His wylie talons under :
For, ken, tho' Jamie's laws are auld,
(Thanks to the wise recorder !)
His Lion yet roars loud and bauld.
To haud the Whigs in order,
Sae prime this day.
To town-guard drum of clangour clear,
Baith men and steeds are raingit
Some liveries red or yellow wear
And some are tartan spraingit.
And now the red,—-the blue e'en now,—
Bids fairest for the market ;
But, ere the sport be done, I trow.
Then* skins are gayly yarkit.
And peel'd, thir days.
Siclike in Robinhood debates.
Whan twa chiels ha'e a pingle
E'en now, some coulie gets his aits.
And dirt wi' Words they mingle ,
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