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Canto III. And if you'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 i—'tis e'en the a'

That gars the plough of living draw,

'Tis gowd gars fogers fight the fiercer,

Without it preaching wad be ſcarcer;

'Tis gowd that maks the great men witty,

And puggy laſſes fair and pretty:

Without it ladies nice wad dwindle,

Down to a wife that ſnooves the ſpindle.

But to the Point, and wave Digreſſion,

I mak 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

Mak me fou bleſt, and you a man:

Gi'e 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 ha'e at her,

If that be a' 'tis nae great matter.