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Canto II. Bard. The famous jilt of Paleſtine,

Thus drew the hooks o'er Samſon's een,

And gart him tell where lay his ſtrength,

Of which ſhe twin'd him at the length,

Then gied him up in chains to rave,

And labour like a galley-ſlave:

But Roſie, mind, when growing hair,

His loſs of pith 'gan to repair,

He made of thouſands an example,

By cruſhing them beneath their temple.



HE ſupper ſowin-cogs and bannocks,

Stood cooling on the ſoles o'winnocks,

And, cracking at the weſtlin gavels,

The wives ſat beeking o' their navels,

When Jouk his brither Briſtle found,

Fetching his ev'ning wauk around

A ſcore of ploughmen of his ain,

Who blythly whiſtled on the plain.

Jouk three times congee'd, Briſtle anes,

Thus ſhook his hand, and thus begins,

Bristle. Wow, brither Jouk, whare hae ye been?

I ſcarce can trow my looking-een,

Ye're grown faebraw: now weirds defend me,

Gin that I had nae maiſt miſkend ye,

And whare gat ye that braw blue ſtringing,

That's at your houghs and ſhoulders hinging?