De'il Take The War

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De'il Take the War!

De'il take the war, that hurried Willy from me,
Who to love me just had sworn.
They made him captain, sure, to undo me:
Woe is me, he'll ne'er return.

A thousand loons abroad will fight him,
He from thousands ne'er will run.
Day and night I did invite
To stay safe from the sword and gun:

I used alluring graces,
With muckle kind embraces,

Now sighing, then crying, tears dropping fall.
And had he my soft arms
Preferred to war's alarms,
By love grown mad, without the Man of Gad,

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
And on my head a huge commode sat cocking,

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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