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14 Jouk three times rugged at his ſhoulder, Cry'd three times laigh, and three times louder; At langrun, Bawſy rak'd his een, And cries, What's that? What do you mean ? Then looking up he ſees his brither. Bawſy. Good-morrow Jouk, what brings you hither, You're early up, as I'm a ſinner I ſeenly riſe before my dinner: Well, what's ye'r news, and how gaes a'! Ye've been an unco time awa'. Joukum. Bawſy, I'm blyth to ſee For me, thank God, I keep me heal: Get up, get up, ye lazy mart, I have a ſecret to impart, Of which, when I give you an inkling, It will ſet baith your lugs a tinkling, Bard. Straight Bawly riſes, quickly dreſſes, While haſte his youky mind impreſſes: Now rigg'd, and morning drink brought in, Thus did flee-gabbet Jouk begin. Joukum. My worthy brither, well I wate, O'er feckleſs is your wee eſtate, For ſik a meikle ſaul as yours, That to things greater higher towers; But ye ly loitering here at hame, Neglectfu' baith of wealth and fame, Tho', as I ſaid, ye have a mind, That is for higher things deſign'd. Bawſy. That's very true, thanks to the ſkies, But how to get them there it lies. Joukum. I'll tell ye Baws,---I've laid a plot, That only wants your caſting vote, And