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Jouk three times rugged at his ſhoulder,
At langrun, Bawſy rak'd his een,
And cries, What's that? What do you mean?
Then looking up he ſees his brither,
Bawſy. Good-morrow Jouk, what brings you hither?
Your'e early up, as I'm a ſinner
I ſeenly riſe before my dinner:
Well, what's ye'r news, and how gaes a'
Ye've been an ucno time awa'.
Joukum. Bawfy, I m blyth to ſee you weel,
For me, thank God, I keep me heal:
Get up, get up, ye lazy mart,
I have a ſecret to impart,
Of which, when I give you an inkling,
It will ſet bait your lugs a tinkling.
Bard Straight Bawſy riſes, quickly dresses,
While haſte his youky mind impreſſes:
Now rigg'd. and morning drink brought in,
Thus did ſlee-gabbet Jouk begin.
Joukum My worthy brither, well I wate
O er feckleſs is your wee eſtate,
For ſic a meikle ſaul as yours,
That to things greater higher towers;
But ye ly loitering here at hame,
Neglectfu' baith of wealth and aame,
Tho', as I ſaid, ye have a mind,
That is for higher things deſign'd.
Bawſy. That very true, thanks to the ſkies
But how to get them there it lies.
Joukum. I'll tell ye Baws,—I've laid a plot
That only want your caſting vote,