The Fornicator

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YOU jovial boys who love the joys,
The blessfu' joys of lovers;
An' dare avow 't wi' dauntless brow,
Whate'er the lass discovers;
I  pray draw near, and you shall hear,
An' welcome in a frater,
I've lately been on quarantine,
A proven Fornicator.

Before the congregation wide,
I past the muster fairly;
My handsome Betsey by my side,
We gat our ditty rarely.
My down cast eye, by chance did spy,
What made my mouth to water,
Those limbs sae clean, where I between
Commenced Fornicator.

Wi' rueful face and signs o' grace,
I paid the buttock hire;
The night was dark, and thro' the park
I cou'dna but convoy her;
A parting kiss, what cou'd I less,
My vows began to scatter;
Sweet Betsey fell, fal lal de ral!
|I am a Fornicator.

But, by the sun an' moon I swear,
An' I'll fulfil ilk hair o't,
That while I own a single crown,
She's welcome to a share o't;
My roguish boy, his mother's joy,
An' darling of his pater,
I for his sake the name will take,
A harden'd Fornicator.

[Robert Burns]

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