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! but ’tis awfu’ like io rise up here,

Where sie a sight o’ learn’d folks’ pows appear!

Sae mony peircing een a’ fix’d on ane,

Is maist enough to freese me to a stane!

But ’tis a mercy—mony thanks to fate,

Pedlars are poor, but unco seldom blate-