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III. LOVE : HUMOROUS                        163
My love, she's but a lassie yet, My love, she's but a lassie yet;
We'll let her stand a year or twa, She'll no be hauf sae saucy yet; I rue the day I sought her, O ! I rue the day I sought her, O 1
Wha gets her needna say he's woo'd, But he may say he has bought her, O !
Come draw a drap o' the best o't yet, Come draw a drap o' the best o't yet;
Gae seek for pleasure whar ye will, But here I never miss'd it yet. [We're a' dry wi' drinkin o't, We're a' dry wi' drinkin o't;
The minister kiss'd the fiddler's wife— He couldna preach for thinkin o't.]
No. 183. I murder hate by field or flood.
(Tune unknown.)
I murder hate by field or flood,
Tho' glory's name may screen us; In wars at hame I'll spend my blood—
Life-giving wars of Venus. The deities that I adore
Are social Peace and Plenty ; I'm better pleas'd to make one more,
Than be the death of twenty.
I would not die like Socrates,
For all the fuss of Plato; Nor would I with Leonidas,
Nor yet would I with Cato : The zealots of the Church and State
Shall ne'er my mortal foes be; But let me have bold Zimri's fate
Within the arms of Cozbi.






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