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Bawſy. May I be jyb'd by great and ſma',
And kytch'd like ony tennis ba',
Be the diſgrace of a' my kin.
If e'er I with my bonnet twin.
Bard Now ſoon as each had gi'n his aith,
The auld man yielded up his breath,
Was row'd in linen white as ſnaw,
And to his fathers borne awa'.
But ſcarcely he in moſs was rotten,
Before his teſt'ment was forgotten,
As ye ſhall hear frae future ſonnet,
How Joukum ſinder'd wi' his Bonnet,
And bought frae ſenſeleſs Billy Bawſy,
His to propine a giglet laſſy,
While worthy Briſtle, not ſae doner'd,
Preſerves his Bonnet, and is honour'd,
Thus Caractus did behave,
Tho' by the fate of war a ſlave;
His body only,—for his mind,
No Roman power could break or bind.
With Bonnet on he bauldly ſpake,
His greatneſs gart his fetters crack.
The victor did his friendſhip claim,
And ſent him with new glories hame.
But leave we Briſis and ſimile,
And to our tale with ardour flee.
Beyond the hills where lang the billies,
Hid bred up queys and kids and fillies,
And foughten many a blody battle,
With theives that came to lift their cattle:
There liv'd a laſs kept rary-ſhows,
And fidlers ay about her houſe,