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A Nbrlan’ laird neift trotted up,
, Wi’ baf^en'd na^, and fider whup,
|| Cry’d 11 Here’s my bead, lad baud the grup,
“ Or tie him to a tree y
| “ What’s goud to rne ? I’ve wealth o' lan’,
i “ Beftovv on ane o’ worth your ban’,
i He thought to pay what he was awn,
Wi’ Jenny’s Bawbee.
, A Lawyer neift wi’ blatherin’ gab,
V Wi’ fpeeches wove like ony web;
: In ilk anes corn he took a dab,
And a’ for a fee •,
jl Accounts he owed thro’ a the town,
i And tradefmens tongues nae mair could drown j
| But now he thought to clout his gown,
Wi’ Jenny’s Bawbee.
1 Quite fpruce, juft frae the wafhing tubs,
J A fool came neilt, but life has rubs,
>| Foul were the roads, and fu the dubs,
iAnd fair befmear’d was he 5
He danc’d up, fquinting thro’ a glafs,
And grinn’d, “ I’ faith, a bonny lafs,’’
He thought to win wi’ front o’ brafs,
Jenny’s Bawbee.
She bade the laird gae kaim his wig,
The foldier not ta drut fae big,
I The lawyer not to be a prig.
The fool he cry’d “te hee,
! ‘ I kcn’d that t could never fail,’
! But, (he prinn’d the difhclout to his tail,
! And cool’d him wi’ a water-pail,
And kept her Bawbee.
Then Johnny cam’, a lad o’ fenfe,
Altho’Jre hadna mony pence,
He took young Jenny to the fpence,
Wi’ her to crack a wee :

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