III.

Although he has left me for greed o' the siller, I dinna envy him the gains he can win; I rather wad bear a' the lade o' my sorrow Than ever hae acted sae faithless to him. Weel, since he has left me, may pleasure gae wi' him, I may be distress'd, but I winna complain; I flatter my fancy I may get anither, My heart it shall never be broken for ane.

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BESS AND HER SPINNING-WHEEL.

Tune--"_The sweet lass that lo'es me._"

[There are several variations of this song, but they neither affect the sentiment, nor afford matter for quotation.]