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14 For instance—there’s yon lawless shot—

And hapless she that felt it—

Had not the Third—ye would your throat

Hae sooner cut than tell’d it;

But ye denied as lang’s ye cou’d,

Regardless tho’ ye wrang’d her,

Although, when in yon merry mood,

Ye brewly kent ye bang’d her.

“Let Hell resound,” then Satan cries,

“ Behold a brother in disguise,

That merits your applause;

Tho’ ance clad in a wedder’s skin,

It happet hut a Ted within,

Wi’ gaping, greedy jaws

Just like mysel’—The lyart clock—

AJy chosen hap and biel’,

By which, upon the thonghtless flock,

Insensibly I steal.

Then, hark ye, i’ll mark ye.

Exalted ye shall be,

And fondled, and dandled,

Upon your daddie’s knee.”