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 The case she thus before him laid;

"Sir, I hae just ae only daughter,

An' money 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 fleechin',

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 rins to fairs an' markets ranting

Wi' Meg, a neibour lass, galanting

While Bess, still faithfu' to the chap,

Wi' finent a lad has kiss'd a cup —

Waes me! wi the begunk she has gotten,

She's lanely, heartless, an' begrutten;

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;

But saul or body, grit or ama' things;

An' that ye hae amang your mugs

Some wonder-working Glamour Drougs,

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 canstrip skill;

Mak up the Drugs, cost what they will.

—Gar Davie's love to Bessie fether,

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

Or he will live a man-sworn knave