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XLIV. The Scotch Lass's Complaint
for the loss of her Maidenhead,
PON my Way from Fife to Aberdeen,
Ise met the bonniest Lad as e'er was seen,
But he, aweladay, false perjured Loon,
Ah me ? poor filly Wretch, how soon undone !
For Loons have Wiles, poor Lasses to undo,
But when the Traytors do their End obtain,
Collection of old Ballads, &C.
in which will be inserted a great Number of Songs, more Antique, and upon far older Subjects than any in this Volume. With Introductions, and illustrated with Copper Plates.
If any Admirer of old Ballads has any scarce ones by him, Copies of which he would have preserved, he is desired to send them directed to Mr. Roberts near the Oxford Arms in Warwick-Lane, and at the same time if he pleases, Directions where the Songs should be should be return'd,
return'd, after the Compiler of this Collection has taken a Copy of them.