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Till they were benket, cried and married.-
The Pill did a' without dissention,
But, troth, 'tis past my comprehension.
Now to mak' you a sma' amen's,
Ha'e, there's a pair o'gude fat hens,
I'm mair than a' that yet your debtor,
Next time I kirn ye'll get some butter.
But, Doctor, now as Bessie's gane,
I wearie in the house my lane,
I'm no dead auld-and there's a carle
I lo'e 'boon a' men in the warl'!
We ha'e twa houses while we're single,
But ae house, ae bed, and ae ingle,
I think, might ser'e us baith fu' weel,
An' I could catch him wi' a Pill!
So ye may mak' me up anither,
And I shall pouch't whan we forgather.
Then he to this request o' Luckie's
Replied, "I thank ye for the chuckies,
But my Pills ha'e nae sic a pith
As move men still at limb an' lith,
'Tis only youths, wha ance were loving,
Wi' a' their finest passion's moving,
Whase lasses act as I direct,
On whom the Pill has this effect,
But if ye wish to try its power,
Ye'se get a Pill will gi'e 'im a scour."
"Hout, fie!" quo' she, "ye're jokin' now, Sir,
But I may get him yet-Adieu, Sir."
Now ye forsaken lasses a'
Like Bessie fling your grief awa',
Tak her example, when you can
According to the doctor's plan;
An' as ye'll a' be for a Pill,
To charm your ilka faithless chiel,
To save expence, as Doctors grup,
I'll tell ye how to mak' it up,
Tis made, nae doubt, o' precious matter,
A curn o' flour made dough wi' water!
