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 13 RAB RORYSON'S BONNET. die iw plans de bome volimysl St AT Ye'll a' ha'e heard tell o' Rab Roryson's bonnet, Ye'll a' ha'e heard tell o' Rab Roryson's bonnet, 'Twas no for itsel', 'twas the head that was in it, Gar'd a' bodies talk o' Rab Roryson's bonnet. This bonnet, that theekit his wonderfu' head, Was his shelter in Winter, in Summer his shade, And at kirk or at market, or bridals I ween, A braw gaucier bonnet there never was seen. Wi' a round rosy tap, like a meikle blackbide, It was slouched just a kenning on either hand side, Some maintain'd it was black, some maintain'd it was blue, It had something o' baith as a' bodies may trow, But, in sooth, I assure you, for ought that I saw, Still his bonnet had naething uncommon ava', Tho' the hall parish tak'd o' Rab Roryson's bonnet. 'Twas a' for the marvellous head that was in it. That head--let it rest-it is now in the mools, Tho' in life a' the warld beside it were fools, Yet of what kind of wisdom his head was possest, I Nane e'er kent but himsel', sae there's nane that will miss't.

BARROCHAN JEAN. 'Tis hinna ye heard, man, o' Barrochan Jean? And hinna ye heard, man, o' Barrochan Jean? How death and starvation came o'er the hail nation, She wrought sic mischief wi' her twa pawky e'en.