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'^ 'Deed sir, f/mm ha J 'twill tsck some time
To count a million ; I'se gste hame
And fei-ing Tam «ast to-morrow;
An't answers you 'tween three a«d four.
Your lad and him can count them o'er.— »
Frae Janet I shall borrow
'' A shilling, aible * anghteen-pence.
To mak you some kind o' a mense"t
For treating me sae weel
At Martinmas, in the head inn r —
Ingratitude's a bigger sin
Than traffic wi' the deiL'*^
Wi' what John said the laird was pleas'd
Sae weel, his vera han' he squeez'd.
And clapped on his shouther;—
" At your ain time, John ; I'll be glad
To see you here the morn r" and said
He lik'd him as a brother^
Next day John and his ploughman Tam,
Whase face was like a bacon ham
Which baith round, brown, and fat is^,
Gaed yont ; John's ban' the laird he shook it ;
To count, his man and Tam were yoket.
Ten hunder' thousand taties.
Wi' neeves like grapes they to the guddle i
The laird maim condescend to fuddle
John's Janet's aughteen-pence :
Hegli but this warld's ill divided.
No ae drap where it's far maist needed, —
" Mind selfV is right gude sense.
* Perhaps. f Recompense^