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I ſaw an an old man running in haſte, No foes being near him, yet he was chac'd,                    Down he fat, and tether'd his foal, Left his tether-ſtake, and brought home the hole. A man running to ease himself.

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A man and his wife as they travel'd the way, And meeting with a young man, ſhe kiſs'd                            him tenderly: Her huſband ſaid, Goodwife, is that man your brother, That you act ſo kindly in kiſſing one another? Siſter nor brother, ſaid ſhe, had I never none, But that lad's mother lay in my mother's                                    womb. Now you who will this riddle read, Conſider it well before you ſpeak, and ſee How fib this old woman and young man can be. Her Son.

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Thus I conclude this little book, of Riddles, Jokes and Tales, Which may create a chearful look, when other methods fail.

F I N I S.

---                         T. Johnston, Printer, Falkirk.