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6 Wha at her table fed and ranted,

With the ſtout ale ſhe never wanted.

She was a winſome wench and waly,

And cou'd put on her claiths fu' brawly,

Ramble to ilka market-town,

And drink and fight like a dragoon:

Juſt ſic-like her wha far aff wander'd,

To get herſel weel Alexander'd.

Roſe had a word o' meikle filler,

Whilk brought a hantle o' wooers till her.

Amang the reſt young Maſter Jouk,

She conquer'd ae day wi' a look:

Frae that time forth he ne'er cou'd ſtay

At hame to mind his corn or hay,

But grew a beau, and did adorn

Himſelf with fifty bows o' corn,

Forby what he took on, to rigg

Him out with linen, ſhoon and wig,

Snuff-boxes, ſword-knots, canes and waſhes,

And ſweeties to beſtow on laſſes,

Cou'd neweſt aiths genteely ſwear,

And had a courſe of flaws perquire;

He drank, and danc'd, and ſigh'd to move,

Fair Roſie to accept his love.

After dumb ſigns he thus began,

And ſpake his mind to'er like a man.

Joukum. O tak me, Roſie, to your arms,

And let me revel o'er your charms;

If ye ſay na, I needna care,

For rapes or tethers made of hair,

Pen-knives nor pools I winna need,

That minute ye ſay na, I'm dead,