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The GENTLE SHEPHERD. 19
In winter laft my cares were very fma',
Tho* fcores of wathers perifh'd in the fria*.
Pat. Were your bein rooms as thinly ftock'd
as mine,
Lefs ye wad lofs, and lefs ye wad repine.
He that has juft enough can foundly fleep ;
The o'ercome only fa flies fovvk to keep.
Rog. May plenty flow upon thee for a crofs,
That thou may'fl thole the pangs of mony a lofsi!
<0 may'ft thou dote on forne fair paughty wench,
That ne'er will lowt thy lovvan drouth to quench,
Till, bris'd beneath the burden, thou cry dool,
And awn that ane may fret that is nae fool !
Pat. Sax good fat lambs, I fauld them ilka clut
At the Weil-port, and bought a winfome flute,
Of plum-tree made, wi' iv'ry virls round,
A dainty whittle wi' a pleafant found ;
I'll be mair canty wi't, and ne'er cry dool,
Than you, wi' a' your cam, ye dowie fool.
Rog. Na, Patie, na ! I'm nae fie churlifhbeafr,
Some other thing lies heavier at my breaft :
I dream'd a dreary dream this hinder night,
That gars my flefh a' creep yet wi' the fright.
Pat. Now, to a friend, how filly's this pretence
To ane wha you and a' your fecrets kens!