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 He took the kirn-ſtaff by the ſhank,

wherewith to reach the ſow a rout,

The twa poor gaſlens got a clank,

for their brains he chapped out.

Then pull’d he th’ auld ſow by the ſnout,

and with the kirn-ſtaff on the back,

He did her hit a right ſound rout,

till o’er her ribs the ſhank play’d crack.

Had you been there to ſee that knack,

you would have laught to ſee the ſport,

The ſ pow his finger gave a ſnack,

with her ſharp tuſks ſhe made it ſhort.

Then he began to rove athort,

of his trade he then did tyre,

Great beetings to the kiln did ſet,

while all the ribs were on a fire.

Up through the corn it did aſpire,

and to the roof it took the way,

Wae’s me, quoth he, a dear kiln hyre,

alas! that e’er I ſaw this day.

For I was near at ſick a fray,

ſince firſt my dame did rock my head,

For every thing doth gang aſtray,

I think there ſhall be no remead.

But all ſhall turn to wrack indeed,

I wiſh I had my plough-ſtilts keeped,

Let never better come of fead,

with that he ſat him down & weeped.