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	I'll. LOVE : HUMOROUS	165
	No. 185. There's a youth in this city. Tune : Niel Cow's lament Scots Musical Museum, 1790, No. 258.



	There 's a youth in this city, it were a great pity That he from our lasses should wander awa; For he's bonie and braw, weel-favor'd witha', An' his hair has a natural buckle an' a'.] His coat is the hue o' his bonnet sae blue, His fecket is white as the new-driven snaw, His hose they are blae, and his shoon like the slae, And his clear siller buckles, they dazzle us a'. For beauty and fortune the laddie's been courtin; Weel-featured, weel-tocher'd, weel-mounted, an' braw; But chiefly the siller that gars him gang till her, The penny's the jewel that beautifies a'; There 's Meg wi' the mailen, that fain wad a haen him, And Susie, whase daddy was laird o' the ha'; There 's lang-tocher'd Nancy maist fetters his fancy; But the laddie's dear sel he lo'es dearest of a'.