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Canto IV. Their brither who made up the marriage.
 * Beef. And ſo I thought it by your carriage.

Between your houghs gae clap your gelding, Swith hame, and feast upon a ſpelding: For there's nae room beneath this roof, To entertain a ſimple coof, The like of you, that nane can truſt, Wha to your ain have been unjuſt.
 * Bard. This ſaid, he dadded to the yate,

And left poor Bawſy in a fret, Wha-loudly gowl'd and made a din, That was o'erheard by a' within. Quoth Roſe to Jouk, come let's away, And ſee what's yon makes a' this fray, Away they went, and ſaw the creature, Sair runkling ilka ſilly feature, Of his dull phiz, with girns and glooms, Stamping and biting at his thumbs. They tented him a little while, Then came full on him with a ſmile, Which ſoon gart him forget the torture, Was rais'd within him by the porter. Sae will a ſucking weanie yell, But ſhake a rattle or a bell, It hauds its tongue---Let that alane, It to its yamering fa’s again: Lilt up a fang, and ſtraights its ſeen, To laugh with tears into its een. Thus eithly anger'd, eithly pleas'd, Weak Bawſy lang they tantaliz'd, With promiſes right wide extended, They ne'er perform'd nor ne'er intended: