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SONG XVI. The COMPLAINT.

[_]

Tune, The East Noo of Fife.

Draw near, young men, and hear my plaint,
Ye who with laughing merriment
Beguile the hurling minutes so,
That scarce one year ye think of two.
When I was young as well as you,
My heart was light and merry too;

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I courted every charming fair,
And slighted every carking care.
All day I sang with heartsome glee,
And with sweet labour earnestly
I purchas'd coin, that I might have
A furnish'd fortune to my grave.
And all the night I slept full sound,
Till little Cupid did me wound;
Then all my art I did employ
To hasten to the promis'd joy.
At markets where I met with lasses,
We wantonly carrous'd our glasses:
I frankly dealt my fairing too,
But ah! these days are past me now.
Confin'd at home, wi' churlish want,
The sooty Kakers do me daunt;
And poverty so curbs my will,
I cannot have a pint and jill.
But yet my want is not so great,
But I might have it at some rate;
And heartsomely my penny free
Spend frankly with good company.
But my wife limits all my time;
If I break loose, she banns my wime:
And vow she makes an unco fraise;
And carps and grumbles two three days.
Syne supperless I go to bed;
The morn I wake with a fair head;
Yet dare not tell, for fear my dame
Would put me to a public shame.
But since 'tis so that I'm involv'd
In such a fate, I am resolv'd
To pluck up courage, heart and hand,
And make her to her orders stand.
Come, let's be jolly, fill again;
I'll sit a while, I'm not mistane:
And while we blithly slack our drought,
Fancy (at least) we're in our youth.

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I'll reign as king in my empire;
That is to say, around my fire;
And let the housewife ken I'm free
To live, while life is lent to me.
Come, here's well may the lads all be,
And all the charming lassies too;
There's still among the fair as free
As any of our sex can be.
But let the dull and clumsy queans,
Who at true harmony repines,
Live in continual frets and groans,
With hearts as cold and dead as stones.