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( 17 ) I tald them, then, it was but wicked To add affliction to the afflicted, But to it they were fae addicted, They ſaid therefore, The clout about me Mou'd be pricked At the Kirk-door.

But yet nor Kirk, nor conſterie, Quoth they, can aſk the taudy ſee; Tell me in words juſt twa or three, The deil a plack, For tary-breeks ſhou'd ay gae free, An' he s the Clark.

I then was dumb-how I was griev'd! What wou'd I gi'en to be reliev'd! They us d me war than I had thiev'd; Some ſtrain'd their lungs, And very loud they me miſchiev'd Wi' their ill tongues.

Had you been there, to hear an' ſee, The manner how they guided me; An greater pennance wha cou'd dree! A Lettergae, Wi' fic a pack confin d to be, On guide Yule-day.

Young Jack wi' ſkirls he pierc'd the ſkies, I pray'd that death might cloſe his eyes, But did not meet with that ſurpriſe, To my regret, Sae had nae help, but up an cries Het drinks to get.