Then she wrote a broad letter, and wrote it in haste;
To send to Glenlogie, she thought it was best.
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Says, O brave Glenlogie, unto me be kind;
I’ve laid my love on you, and told you my mind.
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Then reading the letter, as he stood on the green,
Says, I leave you to judge, sirs; what does women mean?
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Then turnd about sprightly, as the Gordons do a’: