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18 The riven Will and Bonnets twa, Which makes the third worth nought ava Our power gi'en up, now I demand, Your promis'd love, and eke your hand.
 * Bard. Roſie ſmil'd to ſee the lad outwitted

And Bonnet's to the flames committed, Immediately an awfu ſound, As ane wad thought, riſe frae the ground And ſyne appear'd a ſtalwart Ghaiſt, Whaſe ſtern and angry looks amaiſt Unhool'd their ſauls.—ſhaking they ſaw, Him frae the fire the Bonnets draw; Then came to Jouk, and with twa drugs, Encreas'd the length of baith his lugs, And ſaid—
 * Ghaist.—Be a' thy days an aſs,

And kackney to this cunning laſs: But for theſe Bonnets I'll preſerve them, For bairns unborn that will deſerve them.
 * Bard. With that he vaniſh'd frae their een

And left poor Jouk wi' breeks not clean. He ſhakes, while Roſie rants and capers, And ca's the viſion nought but vapours: Rubs o'er his cheeks and gab wi' ream, Till he believes't to be a dream: Syne to the cloſet leads the way, To ſoup him up with uſquebae.
 * Roſie. Now, bonny lad, ye may be free,

To handle ought pertains to me; And ere the ſun, though he be dry, Has driven down the weſtlin ſky, To drink his wamefu' of the ſea,