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17 But you and I conjoin'd can ding him, And by a vote to reason bring hin; If she stand close, 'tis unco eith, To rive the 'Test'ment spite o's teeth. And gar him ply for a' his clavers, To lift his bonnet to our beavers. Baw Then let the fool delight in drudging, What cause hae we to tent his grudging; Though Rolie s flocks feed on the fells, If you and I be weel oursels. Bard. Thus Jouk and Bawly were agreed, And Briss maua yield, it was decreed. Thus far I've sung in Highland strains, Of Jouk's amours and pawky pains. To gain his ends wi' ilka brither, a Sae opposite to ane anither; Of Bristie's hardy resolutions, And hatred to the Rosycracians: Of Bawsy put in slavery neck-fast, Selling his bonne for a breakfast; What follows on't of gain or skaith, I'Te tell when we ha ea'en our breath,

CANTO IV. BARD

NOW soon as e'er the Fas torn,

Jouk wi' twa bonnets on the morn,

Frae Fairyland fast bangd away,

The prize at Rosie's feet to lay;

Wha steely when he did appear,

About his success 'gan to spier.