No Rebel e'er shall gar my Heart to Love:
Sawney was a Loyal Scot tho' dead and gone,
And Jenny in her Daddy's way with muckle Joy shall move:
Laugh at the Kirk-Apostles & the Canting swarms,
And fight with bonny Lads that love their Monarchy and King,
Then Jenny fresh and blith shall take thee in her Arms,
And give thee twanty Kisses, and perhaps a better thing.
A Song in the Fairy Queen. Sung by Mrs. Dyer.
