Argyle papers

XXX APPENDIX.
Because that your store-keeper's broke,
And like to beg,
Ye'd better shot him through the dock
Wi 1 great Muns Meg.
Tho' daft Ginks said he was a rook,
Telling what stands of arms he took,
And put them in his ain pock nook,
'twas very fair ;
They're fools, and speak without the book,
He kept them there.
I'm sure before he want his bread,
For 0^ he has a witty head,
With mercury he'l be their dead,
Or in a stank,
He'l gar them sink like as much lead,
It's like Burnbank.
* * * * Mushet, Grizie Bell,
******** himsel,
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They'd send some souls to heaven or hell,
Had they a hammer.
Him on the street we'll nae mair see,
Running like a bussie bee,
Contriving ay the other plea,
He was a jewel ;
But now he's banisht o'er the sea,
O that's cruel.