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(6) Is this my friend Richard, our good pariſh Clerk; Is it you that has tickled my wife in the dark? It is for the offence I'll be now ſatisfy'd; Or I'll immediately whip off his nutmegs, he cry'd.

The Clerk he offer'd to give him ten pound, It was but a treſpaſs, he ſaid, on the ground, The Farmer no leſs than a hundred would have, The other would give it his Nutmegs to ſave.

They ſent for apparel, and when they were dreſt, They went to the ale-houſe to laugh at the jeſt; The Farmer no leſs than one hundred would have, And the other he gave it his Nutmegs to ſave.

The Drunken WIFE of GALLOWAY.

in yon meadow a couple did tarry, The wife ſhe drank naething but wine and canary, To her friends he complain'd of her right early, Oh! gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly.

She's drunken her ſtockings, ſae has the her ſhoon, And ſhe has drunken her bonny new gown; She's drunken her ſark that cover'd her early, Oh! gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly.

Firſt ſhe drank crummy, and then ſhe drank garie, Syne ſhe has drunken my bonny grey marie, That carried me through the dub and the larie, Oh! gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly.

Wad ſhe drink but her ain things, I wadna much care, But when the drinks my claiths that I canna well ſpare, When I'm wi' my goſſips, it angers me fairly, Oh! gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly.