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 THE TURNIMSPIKE.

pe Highland shentleman, Pe auld as Pothwel prig, man; And monie alterations seen Amang the Lawland whig, man.

First, when her to the Lowlands cam, Nainsell was driving cows, man: There was nae laws about him's narse, About the preeks or trews, man.

Nainsel did wear the philabeg, The plaid prik’t on her shouder; The gude claymore hung pe her pelt, The pistol sharg’d wi' ppuder.

But for whereas these cursed precks, Wherewith mans narse be lockit, O hon that e’er she saw the day! For a’ her houghs be prokit.

Every thing in the Highlands now Pe turn’t to alteration; The soger dwal at our door check, And that’s te great vexation.

Scotland pe turn't an England now. And laws bring on te cadger: