Wit & humour > Gentle shepherd

34 72* GENTLE SHEPHERD.
B A U L D Y.
We’ll, fineeyebid me, Ifhall tell ye a’
That ilk ane talks about you but a flaw.
When laft the wind made Claud a rooflefsbarn,
"When laft the burn bore down my mithcr’s yarn ;
\\ hen Branny elf-ftiot never mair came hame;
When Tibby kirn’d and there nae butter came;
W'hen Befly Freetock’s chufly cheeked wean
To a fairy turn'd, and coud’na ftand its lane;
When Watie wander’d ae night throw the fttaW,
And tint himfell amaift amang the fnaw;
When Mungo’s mare flood ftill and fwat with fright,
W hen he brought eart the howdy under night;
When Bawfy Ihot to dead upon the green.
And Sara tint afnood wasnae-mair feen;
You, Lucky, gat the wyte of a’ fell out.
And ilka ane here dreads ye round about.
And fae they may that mint to do you Ikaith,
For me to wrang ye. I’ll be very laith:
But when I neilt make grots. I’ll drive to pleafe
You with a furlet of them mixt with pcafe.
• M a u s E.
I thank you, lad,—now tell me your demand.
And, if I can. I’ll lend my helping hand.
B a u i Y.
Then, I like Peggy,—Neps is fond of me Y
Peggy likes Pate;—and Patie is bauld and flee, >
And loes fweet Meg: - but Neps I downa fee J
Cou’d ye turn Patie’s love to Keps, and than,
Peggy’s to me, I’d be the happieft man.
M a u s E.
I’ll try my art to gar the bowls row right,
Sae gang your \vays, and come again at night.
’Gainft that time. I’ll lome Ample things prepare,
Worth all your peafe and grots, tak ye nae care.
Badi-d Y.