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6 Wha at her table fed and ranted, With the ſtout ale ſhe never wanted. She was a winſome wench and waly, And could put on her çlaiths fu' brawly, Ramble to ilka market-town, And drink and fight like a dragoon: Juſt ſic like her wha far aff wander'd, To get herſel weel Alexander'd. Roſe had a word of meikle ſiller, Whilk brought a hantle o' wooers till her. Amang the reſt young maſter Jouk, She conquer'd ae day wi' a look: Frae that time forth he ne'er could ſtay At hame to mind his corn or hay, But grew a beau, and did adorn, Himſelf with fifty bows of corn, Forby what he took on, to rigg Him out with linen, ſhoon and wig, Snuff-boxes, ſword-knots, canes and waſhes, And ſweeties to beſtow on laſſes, Cou'd neweſt aiths genteelly ſwear, And had a courſe of flaws perquire: He drank and danc'd, and figh'd to move, Fair Roſie to accept his love. After dumb ſigns he thus began, And ſpake his mind to'er like a man. Joukum. O take me, Rofie, to your arms, And let me revel o'er your charms; If ye ſay na, I needa care, For rapes or tethers made of hair – , Pen-knives or pools I winna need, That minute ye ſay na, I'm dead, O