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Ye look as ſpruſh as one that's wooing,
I ferly, lad, what ye've been doing.
Joukum. My very much reſpect brither,
Should we hide ought frae ane anither,
And not, when warm'd with the ſame blood
Conſult ilk ane anither's good;
And be it kend ty'e, my deſign,
Will profit prove to me and mine.
Briſtle. And brother, troth it much commends
Your virtue, thus to love your friends,
I makes me blyth, for aft I ſaid,
Ye were a clever mettl'd lad.
Joukum And ſae I hope will ever prove
If ye befriend me in my love:
For Roſie, bonny, rich and gay,
And ſweet as flowers in June or May,
Her gear I'll get, her ſweets I'll rifle,
If ye'll but yield me up a trifle,
Promiſe to do't, and ye'ſe be free,
With ony thing pertains to me.
Briſle. I lang to anſwer your demand,
And never ſhall for trifles ſtand.
Joukum. Then ſhe deſires as a propine,
Theſe Bonnets, Bawſy's, yours and mine;
And well I wat that's nae great matter,
If I ſae eaſily can get her,
Briſtle Ha, ha! ye Judas, are ye there?
Tae D -- then nor ſhe neer get mair.
Is that the trifle that ye ſpoke of?
Wha think ye, ſir, ye mak a mock of?
Ye ſilly manſworn ſcant of grace;
Swith let me never ſee your face.