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13 THE DOMINIE DEPOS'D

The Comer then came to me bent, And gravely did my ſon preſent ; She bade me kiſs him, be content, Then wiſh'd me joy; An' tald it was what luck had ſent, A waly boy.

In ilka member, lith an' lime, Its mouth, its noſe, its cheeks, its chin, Tis a' like daddy, juſt like him, His very ſelf Though it look'd cankered four and grim, Like ony elf. Then whiſp'ring now to'me ſhe harked, Indeed your hips the ſhould be yarked, Nae mair Meſs John, nor dare ye Clarkit, Faith ye hae ca'd Your hogs unto a bonny markit, Indeed my lad.

But tell me, man, I ſhould ſay maſter, What muckle deil in your way chas'd her? Lowrs baith!' but I think. I hae plac'd her, Now on her ſide, My coming here has not disgrac'd her, At the Yule-tide.

An for yourſell, ye dare na look Hereafter ever on a book, Your mou' about the Psalms to crook; Ye've play'd the fool, Anither now your poſt maun bruik, An' you the ſtool,