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5 THE DOMINIE DEPOS'D.

For, hark, I'll tell you what they think, Since I left handling pen and ink: Wae worth that weary ſoup o' drink He lik'd ſae weel, He drank it a', left not a clink His throat to ſwill,

Hel ik'd ſtill ſitting on his doup, To view the pint or cutty ſtoup, And ſometimes laſses overcoup, Upo' their kecis, This made the lad at length to loup, An' tak his heels.

Then was it not a grand preſumption, To ca' him doctor o' the function ; He dealt too much in barley-unction For his profeſsion; He never took a good injunction Frae kirk or ſeſsion.

An' to attend, he was not willing, His ſchool, ſae lang's he had a ſhilling, But lov'd to be where there was filling Good punch or ale, For him to riſe was juſt like killing Or firſt to fail.

His fiſhing wand, his ſneeſhing box, A fouling pieces to ſhoot muir cocks, An' hutning hare through craigs an' rocks, This was his game, Still left the young anes, so the fox Might worry them,