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 (5) And clitter clatter cries her feet, the ad on iron brogs. And ter I ſaw an ther mattam into a tarry ſack, And twa mens be carry her wi, rapes about hiss neck. She be ſo fu' of vanity, as no go on the grun, But twa poor mans be carry her in a barrow covert abune. Some had a fiſh-tail to her mouth, and ſome pe had a bonnet, But my Jannet and Donald's wife, wad rather had a banneck.

KATHARINE OGIE. As walising forth to view the plair, upon a morning early, While May's tweet fcenr did chear my brain, from flow'rs which grew ſo rarely : I hanc'd to meet a pretty maid, the ſhin'd tho' it was fogie: I aſk'd her name: Sweet Sir, ſhe ſaid, my name is Katherine Ogie.