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 8 Sae brag nae mair o'your buts and your bens, laddie that's no the gate to woo. Though ye had a hunder cocks an hens, they ne'er wad gar me tak ye now.

As for your hen wi the happity leg, laddie ye're either daft or fou. D'ye think that I can dine on ae egg ? 'deed friend ye're making game o‘ me now,

Ye fay ye've a pig will foon be a fow laddie I like the truth to tell : When ye brag o' a calf that will foon be a cow, I‘m flee‘d ye're but a calf yourfelf

An' for your kebbuck upo‘ the fhelf, hark, an' I‘ll tell ye how to do; You maun talk o' naething but love for love, for that's the gate a young lals to woo.

For gin I could think ye liket me weel. laddie I tell you truly now; I wad leave my laddy and minny'at weel, and blythly the night gang aff wi‘ yo

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