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fVhile Feggy laces up her bofom fair,
JVi' a bluefmod, Jenny binds up her hair;
Claud by his morning ingle taks a beek.
The rifmg fim/hines motty thro' the reek ;
A pipe his mouth, the laj/hs pleafe his een.
And noiv and then his joke maun interveen,
T WISH, my bairns, it may keep fair till night,
•*■ Ye dinna ufe fo foon to fee the light ;
Nae doubt, now ye intend to mix the thrang.
To tak your leave of Patrick or he gang :
But do you think that now when he's a laird.
That he poor landwart laffes will regard ?
Jenny. Tho' he's young mafternow, I'm very fure.
He has mair fenfe than flight auld friends, tho' poor :
But yefterday he ga'e us mony a tug.
And kilVd my coulin there frae lug to lug.
Claud. Ay, ay, nae doubt o't, and he'll do*t again.
But, be advis'd, his company refrain :
Before, he, as a fliepherd, fought a wife,
Wi' her to live a chafte and frugal life ;
But now grown gentle foon be will forfake
Sic godly thoughts, and brag of being a rake. (ill,
Peggy. A rake, what's that?— fure if it means oughs
He'll never be't, elfe I ha'e tint my M\\.
Claud. DaftlafTie, ye ken nought of the affair,
Ane young and good and gentle's unco rare:
A rake's a gracelefs fpark, that thiak's nae fliame
To do what like of us thinks fin to name ;
Sic are fae void of fiiame, they'll never ftap
Ta brag how aften they hae had the cJap i

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