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7 man his five shillings. Five shillings! quo; she, what pat that in your head? I dinna owe a farthing in the town; and I paid the man the last gill mysel’, and didna leave a single babee. Says I, Come now Jenny, nane o‘ your nonsense,— rise and pay the man his five shillings. Ye ken ye have got the prize. Hae I got the prize ?— Then hll in anither gill, and a bottle o1 cap, and we‘ll sing

Hey the bonny, &c.

Doctor Monro.

’DEAR Doctor, be clever, and fling off your beaver. Come, bleed me, and blister me, do not be slow; I’m sick, I’m exhausted, my schemes they are blasted And all driven heels-o’er-head, Doctor Monro.’ ’ Be patient, dear fellow, you foster your fever; Pray what’s the misfortune that bothers you so ?’ ‘O, doctor ! I’m rain’d ! I’m ruin’d for ever ! My lass has forsaken me, Doctor Monro.

The sweets, the enjoyments, from wedlock that flow; But she’s ta’en another, and broken my measures. And fairly confounded me. Doctor Monro.’ ‘ I’ll bleed and I’ll blister you, over and over ! I’ll master your malady ere that I go ; But rise up your head from below the bed-cover, And give some attention to Doctor Monro.
 * I meant to have married, and tasted the pleasures,

‘If Chirsty had wed you, she would have misled you, And laugh’d at your love with some handsome young beau :