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 8 Or else without il follv; It is an daar fainb. Hege the toora lasty rug, The bride he the cript in right snug, He kiss d her sine fiae Ing to lug, Aud hapher welcome in. 42 He sais, now srs be cheery, The night's nae wair dreary, 141 kiss till I be weary And lie nae mair my leen. He fidges. laughs, and loups like daft, And sats, the mill's near on be shaft, O for a parson up the craft. We think he's at Moss-si le, Then out speaks Jamie Carnie, I think the right some'stonie, They're blinking o'er the barnie M rin an vinna bide There's three good friends amissing still, The Gauger, Bet8. and Roger Hill, They like a tryst for pint and gill, But now they've tint their breath For coming thre' the gavals Spin They wade up to the navels, I fear they've got the gravels, And wasna that great skaith. They thought to get tlieir folly fed, Or else themselves some better bred, Or help the pair into their bed, When as the sport was done. To save the trýst was pain fraat, They turn'd again fu' faiu fraat, Now wa-na that a stain traat, James Ada went him leen. Now Jamie Carnie he comes back,