The Knights of the Horn
Orders Address to the
Fruit Maids of
Edinburgh.
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THIS Nations Sins are many fold,
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And Scotland has no name,
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Since Honours cast in a new Mould,
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And Chastities a Stain.
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How Man and Weomen did behave,
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I'le tell you Sir's the manner,
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When Wallace and the Bruce did live,
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And I was a Dame of Honour.
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The Country to all men was Dear,
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who pities our Condition,
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No Rogue his Conscience durst Gain Swear,
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No Lady's Kiss'd at Random,
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The Horn Order were not made.
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Each one keept in his manner,
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And no Equivolents were pay'd,
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When I was a Dame of Honour.
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From Bannockburn our Hero's came,
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Could not sit with a Flewit,
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But as a Broad just so at Home.
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When first they Durst stand to it,
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These Champions did never Fight,
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As Cowards do now in Armour,
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Plain Dealing was the Scots Delight.
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When I was a Dame of Honour.
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Cockhold was then a Scurvie Name,
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Good LORD who could Abide it,
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No Man durst play anothers Game,
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But did rake pains to Hide it,
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The Cannongate knew no Cabals,
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Of Knights of the Horn Order,
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And Lights were never put out at Balls,
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When I was a Dame of Honour.
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The Fruit Maids Casting up their Limes,
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Were things unknown to use,
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We Ladays then thought shame, to Sin;
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It Cost some pains unto us,
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We wore no Ribbans on our Thys.
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No Smoake Least on our Shoulders,
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We keeped close by our first Tyes,
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When I was Dame of Honour.
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Our Gallants needed no Supplyes,
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But such as was their pleasure
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They did think Contra Radacie,
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Could ad no strength to Leasure,
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Cockholds no Braodie Possits got,
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At least in Solemn manner,
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What was done, man knew it not,
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When I was a Dame of Honour.
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