Aco?en so?. We'll house about'till daddie Care Sing whimle o'er the lave o't. IH. $?e merrily the banes we'll pyke, An, sun ourseIs about t'he dyke, An' at our leisure, when we like, We'll whistle o'er the lave o?t. I Rut bless me wi' yo? heav'n o' ahems, And while I kittie hair on thaims, Hu?ar ? �auld, an' a' sic harms, whistle o'er the lave o't. R.E C' t 7'./17'I F'O. Her charms had struck a sturdy Cab'd, As weal as poor gut-scraper; He taks the fiddler by the beard, And draws a rusty rapier. He swore by a' was swearing worth, To spear him like a pliver, Unless I?e would, from that time forth, Relinquish her foreveF. Wi' ghastly e'e, poor tweedle-dee, Upon his bunkers banded, And pray'd for grace, wi' ruefu' face, And so the quarrel ended. But though :,is little heart did grieve, When round the t?keF press'd her He feigu'd to smirtle in big sleeve,, When thus the Caird addres?'d h?
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