Page:Dominie depos'd, or, Some reflections on his intrigue with a young lass and what happened thereupon.pdf/6

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When he committed all these tricks, For which he weel deſerv'd his licks, Wi' red coats he did intermix, When he foresaw The punishment the kirk ipflicts On fowks that fa'.

Then to his rift he bade adieu, When wi' his tail he ſtopp'd his mou', He chang'd his coat to red and blue, An' like a fot Did the poor Clerk convert into A Royal Scot.

An' now fowks use me at their wills, My name is blawn out o'er the hills, A banquets, feasts, a' mouths it fills, 'Twixt each, Here's t'ibee. 'Tis sore tradu'd at kilns and milns. And common smithy,

Then Dominies, I you beseech, Keep very far from Bacchus' reach, He drowned a' my cares to preach, Wi' his ma't-bree, I've wore fair banes by mony a bleech O' his tap-tree:

If Venus does possess your mind, Her anticks ten times warſe ye'll find, For to ill tricks ſhe's sae inclin'd,                                   For proticks past, She blew me here before the wind: Cauld be her cast.