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Tune-Humours o' Glen.
• Dear Doctor, be clever, and fling off your
beaver ; Come bleed me, and blister me, do not be slow; I'm sick, I'm exhausted, my schemes they are
blasted, And, all driven heels-0'er-head, Doctor Monro.” “Be patient, dear fellow, you foster your fever;
Pray what's the misfortune that bothers you
“O, Doctor ! I'm ruin'd! I'm ruin'd for ever;
My lass has forsaken me, Doctor Monro.
“1 meant to have married, and tasted the plea
sures, The sweets, the enjoyments, in wedlock that
flow; But she's ta'en another, and broken my measures, And fairly confounded
“I'll bleed and I'll blister you, over and over;
I'll master your malady ere that I go: But raise up your head from below the bed cover,
And give some attention to Doctor Monro.
“If Christy had wed you, she would have misled
you, And laugh'd at your love with some handsome
Her conduct will prove it; but how could you love
it ?' “I soon would have lam'd her, dear Doctor
Monro." "Each year brings a pretty young son, or a
daughter'; Perhaps you're the father ; but how shall you
know? You hugg them-her gallant is bursting with
laughter"“ That thought's like to murder me, Doctor
“The boys cost you many a penny and shilling; You breed them with pleasure, with trouble,
and woe: But one turns a rake, and another a villain."“My heart could not bear it, dear Doctor