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And yet forſooth ye girn and grumble,
And with a gab unthanfu' mumble
But many a black nnworthy curſe,
When Roſie bids ye draw your purſe;
When ſhe's ſae gen'rouſly content,
With not aboon thirty per cert.
Briſtle Damn you and her tho' now I m blae
I'm hopefu yet to ſee the day,
I'll gar ye baith repent that e'er,
Ye reav'd by force away my gear,
Without, or thanks, or making price,
Or ever ſpeering my advice.
Joukum. Peace gouk, we naething do at a',
But by the letter of the law:
Then nae mair with your din' torment us,
Gowling like ane non compos mentis,
Elſe Roſie iſſue may a writ,
To tye ye up baith hand and fit,
And dungeon ye but meat or drink
Til ye be ſtarv'd, and die in ſtink
Bard Thus Jouk and Briſtle when they met
With ſic braw language ither treat.
Juſt fury glows in Briſtle's veins;
And tho' his Bonnet he retains,
Yet on his creſt he may not cock it,
But in a coffer cloſe maun lock it.
Bare headed, thus he e'en knocks under,
And lets them drive away the plunder,
Sae have I ſeen, beſide a tower
The king of brues oblig'd to cour;
And, on his royal paunches thole,
A dwarf to prob him with a pole!