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10 Ye look as ſpruſh as one that's wooing, I ferly, lad, what ye've been doing.
 * Joukum. My very much reſpect brither,

Should we hide ought frae ane anither, And not, when warm'd with the ſame blood Conſult ilk ane anither's good; And be it kend ty'e, my deſign, Will profit prove to me and mine.
 * Briſtle. And brother, troth it much commends

Your virtue, thus to love your friends, I makes me blyth, for aft I ſaid, Ye were a clever mettl'd lad.
 * Joukum And ſae I hope will ever prove

If ye befriend me in my love: For Roſie, bonny, rich and gay, And ſweet as flowers in June or May, Her gear I'll get, her ſweets I'll rifle, If ye'll but yield me up a trifle, Promiſe to do't, and ye'ſe be free, With ony thing pertains to me.
 * Briſle. I lang to anſwer your demand,

And never ſhall for trifles ſtand.
 * Joukum. Then ſhe deſires as a propine,

Theſe Bonnets, Bawſy's, yours and mine; And well I wat that's nae great matter, If I ſae eaſily can get her,
 * Briſtle Ha, ha! ye Judas, are ye there?

Tae D -- then nor ſhe neer get mair. Is that the trifle that ye ſpoke of? Wha think ye, ſir, ye mak a mock of? Ye ſilly manſworn ſcant of grace; Swith let me never ſee your face.