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19 To drink his wamefu' o the sea, Thers be but ane of you and me In msrriage ye shall hae my hand; But I maun hae the sole command, in Fairyland to saw and plant, And to fsnd there for ought I want. Bard. Ay ay. cries Jouk, all in a fire, And stiff ning into strong desire. Jouk. Come here thee, let us sign and seal And let Billies gee to the deil Bard. Here it would make o'er lang a tale, To teil how meikle cakes and ale, Aed beef, and broe, and gryce, and geese, And pics a ruuning o'er with creese Was serv's upon the wedding table, To mak the leds and lasses able To do ye ken! what we thins shame [Tho ilk ane does't] to gi'et a name. But true it is they soon were buckled, And soon ſhe made poor Jouk a cuckold, And play'd her baudy sports before him, With chiels that card na tippence tor him, Besides a Rosycrucian trick. She had a dealing wi' ; And wheader Jouk began to grumble. in the neist room would runble, She drank and fought and spent her gear, Wi' dice, and selling o' the mare. Thas living like a Belzi's get She ran herself fae deep in debt, By borrowing money at a' hands, That yearly income of her lands, Scarce paid the interest of her bands.