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WILLIE WINKIE S TESTAMENT. 41
Dere you vill find it in my vill,
Vat kings must keep deir kingdoms still,
And, if dey please, who dera must quit ;
Mine good vench Anne must look to it.
Voe's me, dat I did ever sat
On trone ! — But now no more of dat.
Take you, moreover, Dennison,
De cursed horse dat broke dis bone.
Take you, beside, dis ragged coat,
And all de curses of de Scot,
Dat dey did give me vonder veil,
For Darien and dat Macdonell.
Dese are de tings I fain void give,
Now dat I have not time to live :
take dem off mine hands, I pray !
I'll go de lighter on my vay.
1 leave unto dat poor vench Anne,
Von cap void better fit von man.
And vit it all de firebrands red,
Dat in dat cap have scorch'd mine head.
All dis I hereby do bequeath.
Before I shake de hand vit death.
It is de ting could not do good.
It came vit much ungratitude.
And tell her Dennison, vrom me,
To lock it by most carefully,
And keep de Scot beyond de Tweed,
Else I shall see dem ven I'm dead.
I have von hope, I have but von,
'Tis veak, but better vit dan none :
Me viss it prove not von intrigue —
De prayer of de selfish Wliig.