THE Beauty now of Edinburgh Town,
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Shes Changd her Collour into Brown,
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After its so long Preservation,
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Shes like to pass out of this Nation,
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That she may Learn the Holland Fashon,
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To Eat her Butter with Garleik,
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And so become a Lazie Freik,
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By mixing Bear with Brandy Wine,
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Makes Young Pigs grow ill Favourd Swine
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And Eat their own Flesh when they Dine,
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In Sheives of Bread with Poudred Porck
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Untill they Swim above like Cork,
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So that a Bairfoot must be best;
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To Equalize all of that Nest,
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Where de Ruters and de Veits,
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Came to be Cut into Bits,
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Magie had better kept at Home,
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Than thither gone and Bairfoot come
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Again, when shes not worth a Plack,
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And her Brown turned is to Black,
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Like those who Suiters were to her,
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Who are grown mad and knows not where
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To find their Fancie till Return,
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They see their old Jo Magie Hepburn,
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Come Home again and Change her Hew,
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Of Rid and White from Brown to Blew.
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