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And wonert if young fowk thought shame
When to the bridal bed they came.
But twa’r three chaps saw Rab’s resort
Frae field o’ Mars to Venus’ sport;
And thought he had been rather bardie,
By wounding some ane o’ their party,
And thought this was a famous omen,
When only guarded by a woman:
Then after him they went with speed,
And made a league to be his dead,
And swoor that if he was na fell’d
He might depend on being geld’;
So without any farther swither,
They founder’d him o’er Jenny’s shouther.
Och! how poor Jenny’s heart was beating,
To think that Rab wad be a capon,
And, like Eloise in her letter,
She curs’d that awfu’ bloody weapon:
But yet they did na him deprive
Neither o’ manhood, nor his life,
For Rab he cam’ na to the grun,
But wheel’d about and fast did run,
And still wi’ Jenny in his arms,
Wi’ murder cries the rest alarms,
Wha still were thrang on baith the sides,
And pelting ane anither’s hides.
By this time them that did Rab fright,
Had ta’en the road, and out of sight,
And into some house straight they fled,
And snugly lay beneath a bed,