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19 Canto IV. THREE BONNETS

To drink his wamefu' of the ſea, There's be but ane of you and me. In marriage ye ſhall hae my hand; But I maun hae the ſole command, In Fairyland to ſaw and plant, And to ſend there for ought I want. Bard. Ay, ay, cries Jouk, all in a fire, And ſtiff'ning into ſtrong defire. Joukum. Come haſte thee, let us ſign and ſeal: And let my billies gae to the Bard. Here it wad make o'er lang a tale, To tell how meikle cakes and ale, And beef and broe, and gryce and geeſe, And pies, a' running o'er wi' creeſh, Was ſerv'd upon the wedding-table, To mak the lads and laſſes able, To do, ye ken, what we think ſhame, (Tho' ilk ane does't) to gie't a name, But true it is, they ſoon were buckled, And ſoon ſhe made poor Jouk a cuckold, And play'd her bawdy ſports before him, With chiels that car'd not tippence for him, Beſides a Roſycrucian trick, She had a dealing with Auld Nick; And, whene'er Jouk began to grumble, Auld Nick in the neiſt room wad rumble, She drank, and fought, and ſpent her gear, With dice, and ſelling o' the mare. Thus living like a Belzi's get, She ran her fell fae deep in debt, By borrowing money at a' hands, That yearly income of her lands, Scarce paid the int'reſt of her bands.