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10 THE DOMINIE DEPOS'D.

O Dominie, you're dispossest, Ye hae beſhit your holy neſt, The warld fees ye hae transgrest, I'm at my time, Ye dare nae mair, now do your beſt, Let gae the rhyme.

Ohon! how weel I might hae kent, When firſt to you I gae conſent, Wi' me to mak your merriment, How a would be: Alas! that e'er my loom I lent That day to thee.

Wae to the night I firſt began To mix my moggans wi' thee, man: ' Tis needleſs now to curſe or ban, But deil hae me, Ye'll pay an' fit ,for fit ye can, An' that ye'll ſee.

I heard her as I heard her not, But time and place had quite forgot, I gueſs'd my piece was in the pat, For I could tell, It was too ſhort her petticoat, By ha'f an ell.

Wi' blubber'd checks, and watry noſe, Her weary ſtory ſhe did close; I ſaid the beſt, and aff the goes Juſt like a thief, An' took a glaſs to interpoſe, 'Twixt mirth and grief.