But you and I conjoin'd can ding him,
And, by a vote, to reaſon bring him;
(illegible text) he ſtand cloſe, 'tis unco eith,
To rive the teſt ment ſpite o's teeth,
And gar him ply, for a' his clavers,
To lift his Bonnet to our Beavers.
Bawſy Then let the doof delight in drudging
What caufe have we to ten his grudging;
Tho Roſy's fed on the fell,
If you and I be well ourſells
Bard Thus Jouk and Bawſy were agreed,
And Briſs man yield, it was decreed.
Thus far I've ſung in Highland ſtrains,
Of Jouk's armour and pawky pains,
To gain his end with ilka brither,
Sae oppoſite to ane anither;
Of Briſtle's hardy reſolution,
And hatred to the Roſycrucians;
Of Bawſy, put in ſlavery neck-faſt.
Selling his Bonnet for a breakfast,
What follows on't, of gain or ſkaith,
I'll tell when we hae ta'en our breath.
CANTO IV.
Bard
NOW ſoon as e'er the Will was torn,
Jouk with twa Bonnets on the morn,
Frae Fairyland faſt bang'd away,
The prize at Roſy's feet to lay;
Wha ſleely when he did appear,
About his ſucceſs 'gan to ſpear.
Joukum. Here bonny laſs, your humble ſlave
Presents you with the things you crave,
