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Jouk, ay ca'd wife behind the hand,
The daffing of his doings fand;
O'er late he now began to ſee,
The ruin of his family:
But paſt relief laird in a midden.
He's now oblig'd to do her bidden.
Away with ſtrict command he's ſent,
To Fairyland to lift the rent.
And with him many a Caterpillar,
To rug frae Briſs and Bawſy ſiller;
For her braid table mann be ſerv'd.
Tho Fairy-fowk ſhoud a' be ſtarv'd.
Jouk, thus ſurrounded with his guards,
Now plunders hay ſtacks, barns, and yards
They drive the nowt frae Briſtle's fauld,
While he can nought but ban and ſcald.
Briſtle Vile ſlave to a huſſey ill begotten
By many dads, with claps haf rotten,
Wert na for honour of my mither,
I ſhou'd na think ye were my brither.
Jouk Dear brither, why this rude reflection?
Learn to be greatfu' for protection;
The Petereueans, bloody beaſts,
That gar fouk lik the dowps of prieſts,
Elſe on a brander, like a haddock,
Be broolied, ſprowing like a paddock,
Theſe monſters, lang or now had come
With faggots, taz, and tuck o' drum,
And twin'd you of your wealth and lives
Syne, without ſpeerin, ------ your wives,
Had not the Roſycrucian ſtood,
The bulwark of your rights and blood;