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Trained but yet savage, in her speaking face
He marked the features of her vagrant race;
When a light laugh and roguish leer ex-
pressed

The vice implanted in her youthful breast:
Forth from the tent her elder brother came,
Who seemed offended, yet forbore to blame
The young designer, but could only trace 161
The looks of pity in the traveller's face:
Within, the father, who from fences nigh
Had brought the fuel for the fire's supply,
Watched now the feeble blaze, and stood de-
jected by.

On ragged rug, just borrowed from the bed,
And by the hand of coarse indulgence fed,
In dirty patchwork negligently dressed,
Reclined the wife, an infant at her breast;
In her wild face some touch of grace re-
mained,

Of vigour palsied and of beauty stained; 171
Her bloodshot eyes on her unheeding mate
Were wrathful turned, and seemed her wants
to state,

Cursing his tardy aid her mother there With gipsy-state engrossed the only chair; Solemn and dull her look; with such she stands,

And reads the milk-maid's fortune in her hands,

Tracing the lines of life; assumed through years,

Each feature now the steady falsehood wears; With hard and savage eye she views the food,

And grudging pinches their intruding brood; Last in the group, the worn-out grandsire

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GREEN GROW THE RASHES

CHORUS. Green grow the rashes, O!
Green grow the rashes, O!

The sweetest hours that e'er I spend Are spent amang the lasses, O.

There's nought but care on ev'ry han',
In every hour that passes, 0:
What signifies the life o' man,
An 'twere na for the lasses, O?

The war'ly race may riches chase,
An' riches still may fly them, 0;
An' tho' at last they catch them fast,
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.

But gie me a cannie hour at e'en,
My arms about my dearie, O;
An' war'ly cares, an' war'ly men,
May a' gae tapsalteerie,10 O.

For you sae douce," ye sneer at this;
Ye're nought but senseless asses, 0:
The wisest man the warl' e'er saw,
He dearly lov'd the lasses, O.

Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears
Her noblest work she classes, 0:
Her prentice han' she try'd on man,
An' then she made the lasses, O.

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