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16 Jouk. Theſe granted, ſhe demands nae mair

To let us in her riches ſkair;

Nor ſhall our herds, as heretofore,

Rin aff wi' ane anither's ſtore,

Nor ding out ane anithers harns,

Whan they forgather 'mang the kairns;

But freely may drive up and down,

And fell in ilka market-town

Belangs to her, —which ſoon ye'll ſee,

If ye'll be wiſe, belang to me:

And, whan that happy day ſhall come,

My honeſt Bawſy, there's my thumb,

That while I breathe I'll ne'er beguile ye,

Ye'ſe baith get gowd, and be a bailey.

Bawſy. Faith Jouk, I ſee but little ſkaith,

In breaking of a ſenſeleſs aith,

That is impos'd by doited dads,

(To pleaſe their whims) on thoughtleſs lads,

My Bonnet! welcome to my Bonnet!

And meikle good may ye mak on it.

Our Father's Will I'ſe mak nae din,

Though Roſie ſhould apply't behin:

But ſay, Does Billy Briſtle ken,

This your deſign to mak us men?

Joukum. Ay that he does, but the ſtiff aſs

Bears a heart-hatred to the laſs,

And rattles out a hantla ſtories,

Of blood, and dirt, and ancient glories,

Meaning foul feuds that us'd to be,

Between ours and her family;

Bans like a blockhead, that he'll ne'er

Twin wi' his Bonnet for a'er Gear;