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See there a nice Lochlomon' trout!
Loup in afore't an' cast it out:
Ye're fond eneugh o' foreign fish,
An' that I ken's a dainty dish.
Tak up your apron by the neuks*
I'm sure there's there a score o' Heuks.
What shoals o' powans scatter'd wide!
Haud roun' them closs upo' that side.
Be suple Wife, and show ye're willin';
Hae, there's a grilse that's worth a shillin':
Leuk, there's a pellack, wond'rous big,
If train'd, 'twad draw Mess John's bit gig.
Han' me that graep, I'll gie't a prong.
The hyde an' scales are hard an' strong;
Tak up that stick an' pelt it weel;
Its e'en as fat's our hauket veal.—
Our Luckie glowr'd, an' syne spak out,
•' I see nae pellack, tide, nor trout—
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