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T192766 1 NONE Dame of Honor, The THIS Natious Sins are many sold, / And Scotland has no name, And I was a Dame of Honour. [with variation] Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 19 The Knights of the Horn / Orders Address to the / Fruit Maids of Edinburgh. The Knights of the Horn Orders Address to the Fruit Maids of Edinburgh. ?-?

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