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Between your houghs gae clap your gelding
Swith hame and feast upon a spelding.
For there's nae room beneath this roof.
To entertain a simple coof,
The like of'you that nane can trust,
Wha to your ain had beer unjust,
Bard, this said he dadded to the yate.
And left poor Bawsy in a fret,
Wha loudly gowl'd aind made a din,
That was onerheard by a' within,
Quoth Rose to Jouk come let's away,
And see wha's yon mak sa' this fray.
Away they went, and daw the creature.
Sair runkling ilka silly feature.
Of his dust phiz, with grins and glooms,
Stamping and biting at his thumbs.
They tented him a littie while.
They came full on him with a smile,
Which soong^art him forget the torture.
Was raised within him by the porter.
Sae will a fucking weane yell,
But shake a rattle or a bell.
It hauds its tongue—Let that alane.
It to its yammering ga's again:
Lilt up a fang and straight it's seen
To laugh with tears into its een.
Thus eithly anger'd eithly pleas'd,
Weak Bawsy lang they tanyalized,
When promises right wide extended.
They ne'er perform'd nor ne-er intended
But now and then, when they did need him
A supper and a pint they gied him!
