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Canto IV. To drink his wamefu' o' the ſea,

There's be but ane of you and me.

In marriage ye ſhall hae my hand;

But I maun hae the ſole command,

In Fairyland to ſaw and plant,

And to ſend there for ought I want.

Bard. Ay, ay, cries Jouk, all in a fire,

And ſtiff'ning into ſtrong deſire.

Jouk. Come, haſte thee, let us ſign and ſeal,

And let my Billies gae to the.

Bard. Here it would mak o'er lang a tale,

To tell how meikle cakes and ale,

And beef, and broe, and gryce, and geeſe,

And pies, a' running o'er wi' creeſh,

Was ſerv'd upon the wedding-table,

To mak the lads and laſſes able,

To do, ye ken, what we think ſhame,

(Tho' ilk ane does't) to gie't a name.

But true it is, they ſoon were buckled,

And ſoon ſhe made poor Jouk a cuckold,

And play'd her baudy ſports before him,

With chiels that car'dna tippence for him,

Beſides a Roſycrucian trick,

She had a dealing wi' ;

And, whene'er Jouk began to grumble,

in the neiſt room would rumble,

She drank, and fought, and ſpent her gear,

Wi' dice, and ſelling o' the mare.

Thus living like a Belzi's get,

She ran her fell fae deep in debt,