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Broadside ballad entitled 'Jenny's Bawbee'
I met four chaps yon birks amang,
Wi' hinging lugs and faces lang,
And I speered at nei'bour Bauldy Strang,
Wha are yon we see;
The first, a captain to his trade,
Wi' ill-hued skull, and back weel clad,
Cam' round the barn and by the shed,
And fell upon his knee;
But Jenny's Bawbee.
A Norlan laird ne'st trotted up,
Wi' bassen'd nag and siller whup,
Cries, here's my beast lad, haud the grup,
Or tie him to a tree,?
Wi' Jenny' s Bawbee.
A Lawyer neist wi' blethering gab,
And a' for a fee ;
Accounts he ow'd through a' the town,
Wi' Jenny's Bewbee.
Quite spruce, just frae the Washing tubs,
And sair besmear'd was he-
She bade the laird gae kame his wig,
The dandy cried tee hee.
And kept h r Bawbee.
Then Johnny can a lad o' sense,
Although he had na mony pence,
Wi' her to crack a-wee,
And she birl'd her Bawbee.
Probable period of publication:
1860-1890 shelfmark: L.C.Fol.70(1b)