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But niony a patiky Look arid Tale
Gae'd round when Glourriing hous'd thcm^
The Ofler Wife brought i>en good Ale,
And bade the Lanes roufce them 5
Vp vrV them Lads, and Pfe be bail
They'll loo ye ann ye touze them:
Quoth Gavfe, this will never fail
Wi' them that this gate woes them,
On fie a iky*
!»yne Stools and Fiirms were drawn afide,<
And up raife Willy Dadle,
'A Ihort hought Man, but fii'V Pride,
He faid the Fidier playM ill:
Let's ha'e the Pipes, quoth he, befide,
Quoth a", That is nae faid ill;
$Ie fitted the Floor fyne wi' the Bride
To Cuttymun and Treeladle,
Thick, thick that Day*
I& the mean Time in cariie the Laird,
And by fome Right did claim,
To kifs and dance wi' Maufie Aird>
A dink and dortie Dame :
But O poor Maufe was aff her guartf,
For back-gate frae her Wame, j
Beckin,,fhe loot a fearfu' Rairdy
That gart her think great Shame,
And bhiih that Bay,"
Aul;