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A better nor a thriftier beaft, Nae honeft man cou’d weel hae wift, For filly thing fhe never mift. To hae ilk year a lamb or twa. the, etc. The firft fhe had I gae to jock, To be to him a kind o' ftock, And now the laddie has a flock. Of mair than thirty head and twa. &c.

I looked ay at sen for her, Left mifhanter fhou’d come o’er her, Or the fumart might devour her, If the beafty bade awa' the, etc.

The ewie wi’ the crooked horn. Well deferved baith garfs and corn, Sic a ewie ne’er was boru, Hereabout nor far awa'. the,&c. Yet laft owk for a' my keeping, Wha can fpeak-it without weeping ; A villain came when l was fleeping, And ftaw my ewie, "horn and a'. etc. I fought her fair upo’ the morn, And down beneath a bufhy thorn, I got my ewie’s crooked horn, But my ewie was awa'. the, &c. But an I had the lown that did it, I have fworn as well as fain it. Though a’ the world had forbid it, I fhou’d his neck a thraw. the, etc. I never met wi' fic a turn As this finne ever I was born,