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Joukum. Theſe granted ſhe demands naemair
To let us in her riches ſhair;
Nor ſhall our herds as heretofore,
Rin aff with ane anither's ſtore,
Nor ding out ane anither's harns,
When they forgather 'mang the kairns;
But freely may drive up and down,
And ſell in ilka market down,
Belongs to her,—which ſoon you ll ſee,
If ye'll be wiſe, belang to me:
And when that happy day ſhall come,
My honeſt Bawſy, there's my thumb,
That while I breathe I ll ne er beguile ye,
Ye'ſe baith get gowd, and be a Bailey.
Bawſy. Faith Jouk, I ſee but little ſkaith
In breakin of a ſenſeleſs aith,
That is impos'd by doited dads,
(To pleaſe their whims) on thoughtleſs lads
My Bonnet! welcome to my Bonnet!
And meikle good may ye mak on it,
Our Father's Will I'ſe make nae din,
Tho' Roſie ſhould apply't behin;
But ſay, does Billy Briſtle ken,
This your deſign to mak us men?
Joukum. Ay, that he does, but the ſtiff aſs!
Bears a heart-hatred to the laſs,
And rattles out a hantle ſtories,
O blood and dirt and ancient glories,
Meaning foul feuds that us'd to be,
Between ours and her family;
Bans like a blockhead that he'll ne'er,
Twin with his Bonnet for a her Gear;