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De'il Take the War! De'il take the war, that hurried Willy from me, A thousand loons abroad will fight him, I used alluring graces, Now sighing, then crying, tears dropping fall. I fear in my fit I had granted all! I washed and patched to make me look provoking Snares that they told me would catch the men Which made me show as tall again; For a new gown too I paid muckle money, Which with golden flowers did shine. My Love well might think me gay and bonny: No Scotch lass was e'er so fine. My petticoat I spotted, Fringe too with thread I knotted, Lace shoes, and silk hose, garter full over knee. But oh! the fatal thought: To Willy these were naught, Who rid to towns, and rifled with dragoons, When he, silly loon, might have plundered me!
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