DCCXXI. ISLE OF MAN. ALL the bairns unborn will rue the day SEVENTEENTH CLASS. Love and Matrimong. DCCXXII. As I was going up Pippen Hill, And she dropt me a curtsey. Little miss, pretty miss, DCCXXIII. It's once I courted as pretty a lass As ever your eyes did see; But now she's come to such a pass, She never will do for me. |