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 Tan I go to my quarter houſe,

the toor was uirca bra',

For tere they had a cow's huſband,

was pricket on the wa'.

O tere we get a ſhapin ale,

and can we get a ſupper,

A filthy choud o' chappet meat,

boil'd amaug a butter.

It was a filthy dirty beef,

his bains was like te horn;

She was a ca'ſ wanting the kill,

before that be was born.

gang ava' into the link

to bear a Lawland preach,

And mony a bonny ſang they ſing,

tere books it did him teach.

and tere I saw a bonny mattam

wi' feathers on her weim,

I wonder an ſhe pe gaun to flee,

or what pe in her myn?

Another mattams follow her,

wha's arſe was round like cogs:

And clitter clatter cries her feet,

the bad on iron brogs.

And tere I ſaw another mattam

into a tarry ſeck,

And twa mans pe carry hers

wi' rapes about hims neck.