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 10 Thus all the three were wond’rous pleas'd. The wife well serv’d, the man well eas’d, Hab ground his corn, the Priest did cherish Himsell with dining round the parish. Bess, the goodwife, thought it nae skaith, Since she was fit to serve them baith. When equal is the night and day. And Ceres gives the schools the play, A youth sprung from a gentle pater. Bred at St. Andrew’s alma mater, Ae day gawn hameward, it fell late. And him benighted by the gate: To lie without, pit-mirk did shore him, He coudna see his thumb before him ; But, clack—clack—clack, he heard a mill. Which led him by the lugs theretill. To take the thread of tale alang, This mill to Halbert did belang, Nor less this note your notice claims. The scholar’s name was Master James. Now smiling muse, the prelude past. Smoothly relate, a tale shall last As lang as Alps and Grampian hills, As lang as wind or water mills.