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Symon, Ha, Glaud .' I doubt that ne'er will be ?»
My I'atie's wild, and will be ill to catch ; (match.
And or he were, for reaions I'll no tail,
I'd rather be niix't wi' the mools myfell.
Glaud. What reafons can ye ha'e ? There's nanf^
I'm fure,
Unlefs ye may caft up that fhe'a but poor 3
But gif the laflie marry to my mind,
I'll be to her as my ain Jenny kind;
Fourfcore of breeding ews of my ain barn.
Five ky that at ae milking fill a kirn,
'11 gi'e to Peggy that day fhe's a bride ;
By and attour, if my good luck abide,
en lambs, at fpaining time, as lang's I live,
'And twa quey cawfs I'll yearly to them give.
Eljpa. Ye offer fair, kind Glaud, but dinua fpeef
Vhat may be is not fit ye yet fliould hear.
Symon. Or this day eight-days likely ye Iball learn,,
[That our denial difna flight his bairn. (benji,
Glaud. We'll nae mair o't;— come, gi'es the other
We'll drink their healths, whatever way it end.
{Their healths gat round,
Symon. But will ye tell me, Glaud ? By fome 'tis
Your niece is but afundlmg, that was laid (laid,
Down at your hallon-fide, ae rnorn in May,
Right clean row'd up, and bedded on dry hay.
Glaud. That clattern Madge, my titty, tells fie
Whene'er our Meg her cankart humour gaws. (flaws.
Enter Jenny.
Jenny. O father, there's an auld man on the green,
The fellefl fortune-teller e'er was feen ;

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