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4'.5 THE GENTLE SHEPHERD.
He tents our loofs, and fyne whops out aboolt.
Turns o'er the leaves, and gi'es our brows a look : W
Syne tells the oddeft tales that e'er ye heard : j ^
His head is gray, and lang and gray his heard-
Symon. Gae bring hhii in, we'll hear what he can
Nane (hall gang hungry by my houfe to-day. (fay
{Exit Jenny.
But for his telling fortunes, troth, I fear,
He kens nae mair o' that than my jjray ii^are.
Glaud. Spae-i'iieii I the truth ofa' their law^ I doubt,:
For greater liars never ran thereout.
Returns Jenny, bringing in Sir William; luith
them Patie.
Symon. Ye're welcome, honell carle, here tak a feat.'
Sir IV. 1 give thee thanks, good man, I'fe no be-
blate. (ye the day ?
Claud, (drinks.) Come, t'ye, friend— How far came
Sir W. I pledge ye. nibour, e'en but little way ;
lloufted wi' eild, a wee piece gate feems lang,
Twa miles or three's the mailt that I dow gang. ,
Syvion. Ye're welcome here to flay a' night wi' me,'
.ft.nd tak fie bed and board as we can gi'e. (bairn
Sir W. That's kind uaibught.— Wiel, gin ye ha'e a
That ye like wiel, and wad his fortune learn,
I fhall employ the fartheft of my fliill
To fi)ae it faithfully, be't good or ill.
Symon. (pointing to Paiie.) Only that lad— alake! 1
have nae mae.
Either to mal-: me joyfu' now or wae.
Sir [V. Young man, let's fee your hand, what gars
ye fneer ?
Fatls. Bscauie your HiiU's but little worth I fear.

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