But she may leuk sour, an' cansait hersen wise,
An' preach again likin young men;
Sen I'se grown a woman, her clack I'll despise,
An' I'se—marry!—tak' care o' mysen.
COLONEL THOMPSON'S VOLUNTEERS.[257]
AS we march'd down to Scarbro' on the fourteenth of June,
The weather it was warm, and the soldiers in full bloom;
There it was my good fortune to meet my dearest dear,