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 But deil a beauty he had seen,

But Jenny's Bawbee.

A Norlin' Laird next trotted up,

Wi' bassen'd nag and filler whip,

Cry'd "Here's my beast, lad had the grup,

"Or tie him to a tree;

"What's gow'd to me, I've wealth o' lan'

"Bestow on ane o' worth your han';

He thought to pay what he was awn,

Wi' Jenny's Bawbee.

A Lawyer neist wi' blatherin' gab,

Wi' speeches wove like ony web;

In ilk anes corn he took a dab,

And a' for a fee;

Accounts he owed through a' the town,

And tradesmen's tongues nae mair cou'd drown;

But now he thought to clout his gown,

Wi' Jenny's Bawbee.

Quite spruce, just frae the washing tubs.

A Fool came neist, but life has rubs,

Foul were the roads, and fu' the dubs,

And fair besmear'd was he;

He danc'd up squinting thro' a glass,

And grinn'd, "I, saith a bonny lass;"

He thought to win wi' front o' brass.

Jenny's Bawbee.

She bade the Laird gie kaim his wig;

The Soldier not to strut sae big,