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The GENTLE SHEPHERD. 35
B a u L D Y.
Well, Maufe, I’ll come, gif I the road can find:
But if ye raife the deil, he’ll raife the wind.
Syne rain and thunder, may be, when ’tis late.
Will make the night fae rough, I’ll tine the gate.
We’re a’ to rant at Symie’s at a feaft,
O will ye come like Badrans for a jeft?
And there ye can our diff’rent haviours fpy;
There’s nane lhall ken o’t there but you and I.
' M a u s E.
’Tis like I may, but let na on what’s pall
’Tween you and me, elfe fear a kittle call.
B a u L D Y.
If I ought of your fecYets e’er advance,
May ye ride on me ilka night to France.
[Exit Bauldy,.
M a u s e her lane.
Hard luck, alake! when poverty and cild.
Weeds out of fafhion, and a lanely beild.
With a fmall call of wiles, Ihould in a twitch,
Gie ane the hatefu’ name, A wrinkled Witch.
This fool imagines, as do mony fic,
That I’m a Wretch in compafl with Auld Kick;
Becaufe by education I was taught
Tofpeak, andadt aboon their common thought.
Their grofs miftake lhall quickly now appear;
Soon (hall they ken what brought, what keeps me here.
Kane kens’t but me; —and if the morn were come,
I’ll tell them tales will gar them a’ fmg dumb.
[Exit,
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