Page:Dominie depos'd, or, Some reflections on his intrigue with a young lass and what happened thereupon.pdf/4

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I ne’er laid money up in ſtore, Into a hole behind the door, A ſhilling, penny, leſs or mere, I did it ſcatter; ’Tis just, now, I ſhould drink, therefore, Sma’ beer or water.

I never ſooner ſiller got, But a’ my pouches, it wou’d plot. And ſcorch them fair, it was sae hot; Then to get clear Of it, I ſwill’d it down my threat, In ale or beer.

Thus, a’ my failing was my glaſs, An’ anes, to please a bonny laſs, I, like a silly amorous ass, Drew forth my gully, An’ thro’ an’ thro’ at the firſt pass Ran Mr. Willy.

Sae for this mad, tho’ merry fit, I was fair vex’d, and forc’d to flit, They plagu’d me sae wi’ pay and fit, Quo’ they, You thief, How durst you try to steal a bit Forbidden beef?

O then I humbly plead that vos Wou’d make it your continual mos Wi’ hearts sincere an’ open os, You’d often pray, A tali malo libra nos, 0 Domine.