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Broadside entitled 'An habbiack elegy' |
TranscriptionAn HABBIACK ELEGY on the untimely and de- GREET a ye Bairns and bearded Fo'k, Shame fa his Greed; Ay sin he left his Cobling Trade, And left i' the Lurch. Limmers and Lairds he'll nae mair chase; Of Wapping Morts. About the Ports. Bra whoring Blades, Flegg'd them and girn'd, look'd sour and fell, Like Knave of Spades. Of Traders he kept ay a Lift, That wrang'd his Bread. But now he's dead. Aft has he lay'n on Castle-brae, Half drunk and daft, He needed not auld Wives to spae, He kenn'd his Craft. Wi little Din, And when the Bed began to babbe, Sine Rob came in. Said, Graceliss Bairns, and are ye yoked, Red headed Lads! Meddles wi Bauds. Wi Breeks amang his Feet, the Laird Upon my Saul; I Faith I think it's e'en ill war'd, And 'tis my all. But harked in the young Laird's Lug, But mine's su clean. the Lass that was maist blyth and kind, Sculduddery-Fok may now sing Deul, Rob, F----s was a ready Tool, But now he's dead. Ye might have lyen wi Meg or Madam, Rob F-----s was a skilful Guide, Ca'd them his Petts, Wi ill got Getts. Fras a' Kirk-fok he bare the Gree. Yet did not stick, The leeve lang Day to cheat and lie, Wow but he made a devilish Mou, A seemly Sight. Upon his Hand he lean'd his Cheek, Like ane near Death. And no flood there. But yet before the Text was read, Red as a Turky Cock, the Blade. Came back again. Wha will we get to fill his Place: for he's could dead. HERE all alone, who pickt up crowns
His EPITAPH. By tirling Lowns; He scarcely left their Hides. where went his saul; The Question's scarcely civil, Since it's well kend, Bad Life must end, In going to the D------l. FINIS.
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Probable date published:
1724 shelfmark: Ry.III.c.36(095)
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