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Enter and, in the custody of Constables, ''and surrounded by a crowd, who are casting dust at her, &c. The Constables endeavouring to keep them off''.

Deil's hag! she'll pay for her pastime now, I trow.

For a' the milk kye she has witched.

For a' the bonnie bairns she has blasted.

She girns like a brock at a terry-dog.

Score her aboon the breath, or she'll cast a cantrup, and be out o' your han's in a twinkling.

What gars ye rage at me sae? I ne'er did nae harm to nane o' ye.

Hear till her! hear till her! how she lees!

And what for no? Leeing is the best o' their lear, that hae the deel for their dominie.

Ay, wicket witch; leeing 's nought to her: