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( 6 ) 17. Becauſe my joints are ſtiff and auld

And I’m oblig’d to gang twa faul,

I ſent men that were ſtraight and taul,

I thought they wou’d be keen.

Young men have little ſhift or thrift,

That ſticks at wet, or wind, or drift,

To help a needfu’ bride a lift.

That cou’dna lie her leen.

18. I ſwear by d——l as well’s by ſain

I will go mad for Belly Grant,

My heart it fails, I’m like to faint,

For fear I lie my leen.

Young men have little ſhift or thrift,

That ſticks at wet, or win’, or drift,

To help a needfu’ bride a lift,

Wha cou’dna lie her leen.

19. The Cook now cries, Sit down and dine,

It’s gaelie owr ’tween eight and nine,

Gin ye gel meat ye’ll little tine,

Tho’ ye lie down your leen.

Why mak you ſic a reary,

Tho’ the night be dreary,

Come eat and drink fu’ cheary,

And ſyne lie down your leen.

20. Fat ſkinks to gar them lik their lips,

A liver and lungs like littlans hips,

A haggies ’tween her hands ſhe grips,

Well ſeaſoned wi’ ſpice.

Why mak you ſic a reary,

Altho’ the night be dreary,

Come eat and drink fu’ cheary,

There’s likewiſe milk and rice.