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McCROOM TO HIS MISS.
I do not want thee, flitting girl,
I do not want thy hoops and laces,
For every self-applauding curl,
A pensive thought disgraces.
I do not want thy hoops and laces,
For every self-applauding curl,
A pensive thought disgraces.
I care not for thy flatt'ring hum,
'Tis but a syren to deceive me,
I'd rather have one gill of rum
Than all thou hast to give me.
'Tis but a syren to deceive me,
I'd rather have one gill of rum
Than all thou hast to give me.
And tho' thou hast my woos denied,
Beware, it only was to try thee,
I do not languish for a bride,
I also will deny thee.
Beware, it only was to try thee,
I do not languish for a bride,
I also will deny thee.
I know thou hast no care for me,
Thou wishest all the world to plunder,
Beware, I have as much for thee,
I have the same to wander.
Thou wishest all the world to plunder,
Beware, I have as much for thee,
I have the same to wander.
I'm willing, Miss, to bear the scorn,
And be of thee denied forever,
For thee I cannot be forlorn,
No! never, never, never!
And be of thee denied forever,
For thee I cannot be forlorn,
No! never, never, never!
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