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Canto IV. But you and I conjoin'd can ding him,

And, by a vote, to reaſon bring him;

If ſhe ſtand cloſe, 'tis unco eith,

To rive the Teſt’ment ſpite o's teeth,

And gar him ply, for a' his clavers,

To lift his Bonnet to our Beavers.

Bawſy. Then let the doof delight in drudging,

What cauſe ha'e we to tent his grudging;

Though Roſie's flocks feed on the Fells,

If you and I be weel ourſells.

Bard. Thus Jouk and Bawſy were agreed,

And Briſs maua yield, it was decreed.

Thus far I've ſung in Highland ſtrains,

Of Jouk's amours and pawky pains,

To gain his ends wi' ilka brither,

Sae oppoſite to ane anither;

Of Briſtle's hardy reſolutions,

And hatred to the Roſycrucians:

Of Bawſy put in ſlavery neck-faſt,

Selling his Bonnet for a breakfaſt,

What follows on't, of gain or ſkaith,

I'ſe tell when we ha'e ta'en our breath.



OW ſoon as e'er the was torn,

Jouk wi' twa Bonnets, on the morn,

Frae Fairyland faſt bang'd away,

The prize at Roſie's feet to lay;

Wha ſleely, when he did appear,

About his ſucceſs 'gan to ſpeer.