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 (3) An' after she a preface made,

The case she thus before him laid:

"Sir, I hae just ae only daughter,

An' mony a decent fallow’s sought her,

But ane she lo’ed aboon the lave,

A lad she thought wad ne’er deceive,

Ran oon an' late about her sleechln',

His love sincere for ever preachin',

An' solemn swore my Bess wad mak him

A happy man, gin she wad tak him.

She yielded—an' agreed for life

To be his lawfu' married wife;

But, Sir, as sure as I did bear her,

Sinsyne he never looket near her.

But tins to fairs an' markets ranting

Wi' Meg, a neibour lass, gallanting

While Bess, still faithfu' to the chap,

Wi' fient a lad has kiss'd a cap—

Waes me-! wi' the begunk she has gotten,

She’s lanely, heartless, an' begruten;

An' troth, I think, 'tis past contestin'

Her grief will throw her in a wastin',

Unless some means be us'd to get him—

Or she hard-hearted turn, an' hate him—

Now, Sir, ye were bred at the college.

An' hae in kittle cases knowledge;

For I am tald ye’re up to a' things,

Bout faul or body, grit or sma' things;

An' that ye hae amang your mugs

Some wonder-working Glamour Drugs,

Can set love’s whirligig in motion,

An' gar a lover change his notion,

For them I cam' ance erran here,

An' I shall hae them or I steer,

O Sir! exert your cantrip skill;

Mak up the Drugs, cost what they will.

— Gar Davie's love to Bessie fetter,

An’ mak’ him maist gang daft to get her.

Or he will live a man sworn knave,

An’ she’ll gang greetin' to her grave."