“ My heart it loves frolics
Too well for a nun
Not to love! nor be lov’d!
Oh! I never can bear;
Nor yield to be sent,
I cannot tell where:
To live, or to die
In this cafe, is all one,
Nay, I’d rather be dead.
Than be reckon’d a nun.
Perhaps ’tis to tease me,
She threatens me so,
I’m sure, were she me,
She’d stoutly say no.
But if she’s in earnest,
I from her will run,
And I - married in spight,
That I mayn't a nun.
FINIS
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ They’re like to poison honest folk,
by pissing in their stoup man.
And vow but ye be bra' lassie, &c
’Tis at fifteen they are right keen,
for to be made a wife man;
But if they’re maids till past that age,
they whores are all their life man. ”