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(8) I ken'd that I cou’d never fail;

But she prin’d the dish-clout to his tail,

And cool'd him wi' a water-pail,

And kept her bawbee.

Then Johny cam', a lad o’ sense,

Altho' he had na mony pence,

He took young Jenny to the spence,

Wi’ her to crack a wee:

Now Johny was a clever chiel,

And here his suit he press’d sae weel,

That Jenny's heart grew saft as jeel,

And she birl'd her bawbee.





FINIS. 