Wit & humour > Gentle shepherd

ACT III. SCENE II.
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Amang our lads he bears the gree awa’,
And tells his tale the clev’rest o’ them a'.
ELSPA.
Poor man! he’s a great comfort to us baith;
God mak him guid, and hide him aye frae skaith.
He is a bairn, I’ll say’t, weel worth our care,
That gae us ne’er vexation late or air.
CLAUD.
I trow, goodwife, if I be not mista’en,
He seems to be wi’ Peggy’s beauty ta’en;
And troth, my niece is a right dainty wean,
As weel ye ken—a bonnier needna be,
Nor better, be’t she were nae kin to me.
STMON.
Ha, Glaud! I doubt that ne’er will be a match ;
My Patie’s wild, and will be ill to catch—
And or he were, for reasons I’ll no tell,
I’d rather be mixt wi’ the mools mysell.
CLAUD.
What reason can ye hae ? There’s nane, I’m sure,
Unless ye may cast up that she’s but puir;