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15 Canto III. THREE BONNETS.

And if ye'll gie't, your bread is baken; But firſt accept of this love-taken; Here tak this gowd and never want Enough to gar you drink and rant; And this is but an arle-penny, To what I afterward deſign ye; And in return I'm ſure that I Shall naething ſeek that ye'll deny. Bawſy. And troth now Jouk, and neither will I, Or after never ca'me Billy; If I refuſe, wae light upon me, This gowd, O vow! 'tis wonder bonny. Joukum. Ay, that it is-'tis e'en the a' That gars the plough of living draw, 'Tis Gowd gars fogers feight the fiercer, Without it preaching wad be ſcarcer; 'Tis Gowd that makes the great men witty, And puggy laſſes fair and pretty; Without it ladies nice wad dwindle, Down to a wife that ſnooves a ſpindle: But to the point, and wave Digreſſion, I make a free and plain confeſſion, That I'm in love, and as I ſaid, Demand from you a little aid, To gain a bride that eithly can Make me ſou bleft, and you a man: Give me your Bonnet to preſent My miſtreſs with.--and your conſent, To rive the daft auld faſhion'd Deed That bids ye wear it on your head. Bawſy. O goſh! O goſh! then Jouk have at her, If that be a' 'tis nae great matter. Joukum.