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3 And sentence pass'd upon us a'.

My frien's  now looks

And greets me on this doleful day;

Though the first  gets the cast,

Ye need na I'll :

There's monie lives will lack,

In virtue of the new act,

In honour, I the list commence,

Submits to without defence,

And camely yields to time my breath,

A victim to proud wrath.

Who aft thinks fit to take so free,

As take the thing they ne'er gi'e,

Poor simple Dogs 'tis time to dread,

There's now a price set on your head,

And few has had the luck to miss,

Was brand wi' sicko mark as this,

Oh' a' the tricks in trash,

The highest triumphs the ready cash.

And though the trifle is but sma',

adds to bulk when a'.

And some would tell on you and me,

For shilling, then  or three;

Yet I hae something mair to say,

And tell the mh o' the day,

That I was form'd by the han'

Which made the k—g o every land,

And that by nature I am free,

And my  as well as he

For I as I ,