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Jamie, tho* I right meikle priz'd,
Yet now I wadna ken him.
But with a frown my face difgnis'd.
And drove away to fend him.
But fondly he ftill nearer preft.
And by my fide down lying,
His beating heart did thnmp fo faft,
I though the lad was dying.
But ftill refolving to deny,
And angry paffiou feigning,
I often roiTghly fliot him by.
With words full of difdaining.
Poor Jamie baulk'd, no favour wins^
Went off iriich difcontented.
But I in truth for all my fins
Ne'er half fo much repented,
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The Parfon,
AParfon who had the remarkable foible.
Of Hiinditjg the bottle, much more than the Bible,
Was deem'd by his neighbours to be lefs perplex'd
In handling a tankard than handling a text,
Derry down, &c.
Perch'd up in his pulpit, one Sunday, he cry'd,
Make patience, my dearly beloved, your guide j
And in your diflreffes, your troubles and crofles.
Remember the patience of Job in hiiiolfes.
Derry down, &c.
The parfon had got a ftout cafli of Orong beer,
By way of a prefent — no matter from where —
Suffice it to know, it was loothfome and gt'od,
And he lov'd it. as well as he did his own biGod.
Derry down^ &c.