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[7] He view'd it round, and thrice he ſmell'd it, Syne with a gentle touch he felt it. Thus ilka ſense he did conveen, Lest glamour had beguil'd his een, Then all in an united body, Declar'd it a fine fat how towdy. “Nae mair about it," quoth the Miller, The Fowl looks wiel, and we'll fa' till her." Sae be't, ſays James :- and, in a doop, They ſnapt her up, baith ſtoop and roop "Niest, O !" cries Halbert, could your ſkill But help us to a waught of ale, I'd be oblig'd t' ye a' my life, And offer to the deel my wife, To ſee if he'll discreeter mak her, But that I'm fear'd he winna tak her. Said James, ye offer very fair, The bargain's hadden, ſae nae mair." Then thrice he ſhook a willow-wand, With kittle words thrice gave command; That done, with looks baith learn'd and grave, Said, " Now ye'll get what ye wad have ; Twa bottles of as nappy liquer, As ever ream'd in horn or bicker, Behind the ark that had your meal, Ye'll find twa ſtanding, corkit wiel," He ſaid, and fast the Miller flew, And frae their nests the bottles drew. Then first the ſcholar's health he toasted. Whase art had gart him feed on roasted; His father's niest- and a' the rest Of his good friends, that wish'd him best. Which were o'er langsome at the time, In a ſhort tale to put in rhyme. Thus, while the Miller and the youth, Were blythly ſlocking of their drowth,