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OF CHOICE SONGS. S4y
iier ni'iil into Come hole had fa'n,
Wh trecks, quoth flie, let it be ga'en,
For I maun ha'e a young goodman.
Shall f'urnilh me with fuilhing.
Her eldefl: dochter faid right bauld,
Fy, mother, mind that now yeVe auld,,
And if ye with a younker wald.
He'll wafte away your fnilhing.
The youngcft dochter ga'e a fiiout,
O mother dear ! your teeth's a' out,
B^efides half blind, you ha'e the gout,.
Your mill can had nae fiiifhing.
Ye lied, ye Hmmers. mes auid mump^,
For I ha'e baith a tooth and (hinip,
And will nae langer live in dump^
By wanting o' my fnilhing.
Thole ye, fays Peg, that paiiky fiiit,.
Mother, if ye can crack a nut.
Then we will a' confent to it.
That you fliall have a fnifhingi
The auld wife did agree to that,,
And they a piftol bullet gat,
She powerfully began to crack,,
To win herfelf a fnifliing.
Braw fport it was to fee her chow*t,
And 'tween her gums fae fqueeze and row??,.
While, frae her jaws the Haver fiow't,
And ay fhe curs'd poor rtumpy.
At laft fhe ga'e a defperate fqueeze,
"Which brake the auld tooth by the neze,.
And fyne poor ftuinpy was at ealie,
But fhe tint hopes o' fnifhing.
She of the tafli began to tire,
Aad frae her dochiers did retire^