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Him wi' their mocks, The women cry,
• He's ill to please,".
And crack their jokes.
He's wondrous gabby, And fouth oʻ wit comes frae his crown,
Tho' he be shabby.
Wi' needle speed,
Frae the board-head.
" And strait the pin;" And bids the tailor haste and dreel
Wi' little din.
XVI. Quo' she, “ Ye've meikle need to sew : “O ! times are sairly alter'd now! “ For two-pence was the wage, I trow,
; “ But now-a-days ye crook your mou',
« To seek a groat.”
XVII. The colly dog lies i' the nook, The place whilk auld brown birkie took, And aft toward the door does look,
With aspect crouse ; For unco' fouk he canna brook
Within the house.
And looks fu’ lang, To see gin fowk be takin heed
To her braw sang.
That rain we'll hae, Or on-ding o' some kind at least,
Afore't be day.
aft comes to pass, Altho' she has nae chymic mass
To weigh the air ; For pussy's grannum's weather-glass
I do declare.
XXI. Nae sooner has auld luckie done, Nor Meg cries she'll wad baith her shoon, That we sall hae weet very soon,
And weather rough ; For she saw round about the moon
A meikle brough.
Sic as the swain
In ruthless main.
XXIII. O! royal tales gae brawly on, And feats of fowk that's dead and gone, The windy piper sounds his drone,
As weel he can ; And aft they speak o' their Mess John,
That haly man.
Wi' pleasure vast ;
On Sabbath last.
A hearty drub.
XXVI. He says he did Auld Reekie ca', To bring them things to mak' them braw, And got them free o' crack and flaw,
And patterns rare: The proverb says, “ Fowls far awa'
“ Hae feathers fair."
With ane and a'; The pedlars ken fu' weel the cue
O’ Farmer's Ha'.
XXVIII. He hads his trinkets to the light, And speirs what they're to buy the-night ; Syne a' the lasses loup bawk height
Wi' perfect joy, 'Cause lads for them coff broach sae bright,
Or shining toy.
XXIX. They finger at the trantlims lang, But whan they're bargaining right thrang, In does the gauger quickly bang,
Wi' visage awfu', In quest o' some forbidden fang,
Or goods unlawfu'.
And skaith nae sma', For he'll their doors to flinders toss,
And stand the law.
« Fowk wi' a sham, « For save ye shaw your warrant, gang
“ The gate ye cam'."