Page:Dominie depos'd, or, Some reflections on his intrigue with a young lass.pdf/7

( 7 ) Within leſs than ha'f-a-dizer, She made poor Maggy ly in jiz-n, When little Jock brak out o' priſon On gude Yule day, This of my quiet cut the wiſen, When he wan gae.

Let readers, then, tak better heed. For fear they kiſs mair than they read, In caſe they wear the facken weed For fornication, Or ave the Prieſt-craft ſhot to dead For procreation,

The mailt of them, like blind an' lame, Have nae averſion to the game; But better there to take her hame, Their pot to cook, And teach his boys to write a theme, And mind their book.

Then may they fit at hame, an' pleaſe Themſells wi' gathering in their fees, While I met face mine enemies, Or ſhaw my dock; There's odds 'twixt handling pens wi' eaſe An' a firelock.

Sae ſhall they never mount the ſtool, Wher on the laſſes greet an howl, Thone'er a tear, ſcarce fair or foul, Comes o'er their cheeks Their mind's not there, 'tis ſpinning wool, Or mending breeks.