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As for your hen wi' the happity leg,laddie ye're either daft or fou!D'ye think that I can dine on ae egg?'deed friend ye're makin game o' me now.
Ye say ye've a pig that will soon be a sow,laddie I like the truth to tell; When ye brag o' your ca't that'll soon be a cow,I'm flee'd ye're but a ca'f yoursell.
An' for your kebbock upo' the skelf,hark, an' I'll tell you how to do;You maun ta'k o' naething but luve for luve,for that's the gate a young lass to woo.
For gin I could think you liket me weel,laddie I tell you truly now;I wad leave my daddie and minnie atweel,and blythly the night gang aff wi' you.

THE LADIES' AMUSEMENT.
This morning is so very fine, we'll to the meadows walk,And when we to the town return,with shop-men we will talk. And a shoping we will go.
We'll look at ribbons, laces, gloves,and none of them we'll buy,But tell the haberdasher lads,we'll ca another day.And, &c.