And guides her airs sae graceful still,
O Jove, she's like thy Palles.
Dear Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,
Ye unco salr oppress us;
Our fancies jee between you tway,
Ye are sic bonny lasses:
Waes me! for baith I canna get;
To ane by law we‘re stented;
Then I‘ll draw cuts; and tak my fate,
And be with ane contented.
CAULD KAIL IN ABERDEEN.
There's cauld Kail in Aberdeen,
And castocks in Strabogie,
Whar ilka lad (illegible text) hae his lass,
But I maun hae my cogie.
For I maun hae my cogie troth,
I canna wa(illegible text) my cogie;
I wadna' gie m(illegible text)ree gird cog,
For a' the w(illegible text) Bogie.
Johnny Smith has got a wife,
Wha scrimps him o' his cogie:
But were she mine, upon my life
I'd duck her in a bogie.
For I maun hae, &c.
