Roſie. I wad be very wae to ſee,
My lover tak the pet and die;
Wherefore I am inclin'd to eaſe ye,
And do what in me lies to pleaſe ye:
But firſt ere we conclude the paction,
You muſt perform ſome gallant action,
To prove the truth of what you've ſaid,
Elſe, for you, ſhall die a maid
Joukum. My deareſt jewel gie't a name,
That I may win both you and fame:
Shall I gae fight with foreſt bulls,
Or cleave down troops with thicker ſkulls.
Or ſhall I douk the deepeſt ſea.
And coral pou for beads to thee?
Penty the Pope upon the noſe,
Or p--- upon a hundred beaus?
Roſie. In troth, dear lad, I wad be laith,
To riſk your life, or do you ſkaith,
Only employ your canny skill,
To gain and rive your father's will,
With the conſent of Briſs and Bawſy,
And I ſhall in my boſom hawſe ye,
Soon as the fatal Bonnets three,
Are ta'en frae them and gien to me.
Joukum. Which to preſerve I gied my aith
But now the cauſe is life and death,
I muſt, or with the Bonnet part,
Or twin with yon and break my heart:
Sae, tho' the aith we took waa awfu',
To keep it now appears unlawfu,
Then, love, I'll anſwer thy demands,
And fly to fetch them to your hands.
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