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SONGSTER. 67
Weel hae you play'd your part, quoth Meg,
Your cheeks are Uke the crimson :
There's nane m Scotland plays sae weel.
Since we lost Uabby Simpson.
Pve Uv'd in Fife, baith maid and wif^
These ten years and a quarter;
Fin ye should come to Enster fair,
Speer ye for Maggy Lauder.
BJetsey 55al£cr.
A» sung by Mr. SLOMKN, wilh enthusiastic applause, at the
Park and Bowery Thcaires.
From noise and bustle far away.
Hot work my time employing ;.
How happy did I spend each day,
Content with health enjoying.
The birds did sing, and so did I,
As I passed o'er each acre,
I never knew what 'twas to cry,
Till I saw Betsey Baker.
Fal de ral.
One Sunday she was dress'd so neat.
One Sunday in hot weather;
With love I found my heart did beat.
As we sung psalms together ;
So piously she hung her head,
'The while her voice did shake her,
I thought if ever I did wed.
It would be Betsey Baker.
Fal de ral.
Now from her side I could not budge,
I am sure I thought no harm on't;
My elbow then she gave a nudge.
And bid me mind the sarmont.