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14 Jouk three times ruged at his shoulder,

three times laigh, and three times louder;

At laugrup Bawsy rak'a his een,

And cries. What's that! What do you mean!

Then looking up he sees his brisher.

Bawsy Good morrow Jouk, what brings you hither,

You're early up—as I'm a sinner,

I seenly rise before my dinner;

Well, what's your news, and how goes a'!

Ye've been an unco while awa'.

Jouk Bawsy I'm blyth to see you well,

For me thank God, I keep me heal:

Get up, get up, you luzy mart.

I have a secret to impart,

Of which, when I give you an inkling,

It will let baith your tugs a ticking,

Bard. Straight Bawsy riles, quickly dresses,

While haste his youkie mind impresses;

Now rigged and moraing drink brought in,

Thus did slee gabbet Jouk begin.

Jouk. My worthy brither, weel I wat,

O'er fecklees is your wee estate,

For sick a meikle saul as yours,

That to things greater higher towers;

But ye ly loitering nere at hame

Neglectfu baith of wealth and fame,

Though as I faid, ye have'a mind,

That is for higher things design'd.

Bawsy, That's very true thanks to the skies

But how to get them there it lies,

Jouk. I'll tell ye Baws:—I've laid a plot,

That only wants your casting vote,