A South-Sea Sang, pp.33-34.

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Tune of, For our lang biding here

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WHen we came to London Town, 

We dream’d of gowd in gowpings here, 

And rantinly ran up and down, 

In rising stocks to buy a skair: 

We daftly thought to row in rowth, 

But for our daffine pay’d right dear; 

The lave will fare the war in trouth, 

For our lang biding here. 

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But when we fand our purses toom, 

And dainty stocks began to fa’, 

We hang our lugs and wi’ a gloom, 

Girn’d at stockjobbing ane and a’. 

If we gang near the South-Sea house, 

The whillywha’s will grip ye’r gear, 

Syne a’ the lave will fare the war, 

For our lang biding here. 

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