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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.

Baw. Good-morrow Jouk, what brings you hither.

You're early up,—as I'm a ſinner,

I ſeenly riſe before my dinner:

We'll, what's your news, and how gaes a'!

Ye've been an unco while awa'.

Jouk. Bawſy, I'm blyth to ſee you well,

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 Bawſy riſes, quickly dreſſes,

While haſte his youkie mind impreſſes:

Now rigg'd, and morning drink brought in,

Thus did ſlee gabbet Jouk begin.

Joukum. My worthy Brither, weel I wat,

O'er feckleſs is your wee eſtate,

For ſic a meikle ſaul as yours,

That to things greater higher towers;

But ye ly loitering here at hame,

Neglectfu' baith of wealth and fame,

Though, as I ſaid, ye have a mind,

That is for higher things deſign'd.

Baw. That's very true, thanks to the ſkies,

But how to get them there it lies.

Jouk. I'll tell ye Baws,—I've laid a plot,

That only wants your caſting vote,