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 An' how get we that, gin we tak na our rocks,

An' pow what we can at the ſpinning o't.

Tis needleſs for us to tak our remarks,

Frae our mither's miſcooking the ſpinning o't;

She never kend ought of the guid o' the ſarks,

Frae this aback to the beginning o't.

Twa three ell o' plaiden was a' that was ſought,

By our auld warld bodies, and that boot be bought,

For in ilka town ſicken things was na wrought,

Sae little they kend o' the ſpinning o't.

N Sherieaf there lived a Squire of great fame,

And there was a young man that ſerved the ſame,

This young man was comely, his cheeks they were red,

Although but a ſervant, yet he was well bred.

There was a ſiſter unto this young Squire,

Who daily did this young man admire,

And ſhe had a noble eſtate of her own,

Not far from Trugger, it is very well known.

This ſiſter at her brother's often would be,

On purpoſe this handſome young man for to ſee,

One day by the brother this ſiſter was ſpy'd.

Walking in the garden by this ſervant's ſide.

He went to the Lady, and to her did ſay,

What makes you to walk with my man, I pray?

The Lady ſhe bluſh'd, but anſwer gave none,

She called for her coach, and that moment went home.

O' then he diſcharged his man in a ſpleen,

And ſaid for the future he ſhould ſerve the King,

He went to the Lady the very ſame day,

And told her the words his Maſter did ſay.

Dear Lady, my Maſter has diſcharged me,

And the King I muſt ſerve now by land or by ſea,

Come in ſaid the Lady, and I will hire you ſtraight,

Thou ſhall be my ſervant, and on me ſhall wait.