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For he bagan now to be fleed,
She’d wile the honers frae his head;
Syne with a stern and canker’d look,
He thus reprov'd his brither Jouk
Bris. Thou vile difsgace of our forbears,
Wha lang with valiant dint of weirs,
Maintain'd their rights 'gainst a intrusions.
Of cur auld faes the Rosycrucians,
Dost thou desigm at last to catch,
Us in a gin, by this base match,
And for the hauding up thy pnde.
Upon thy brithers' riggins ride,
I'll see you hang'd and her the gither.
As kigh at Haman in & tether,
Ere I with my ain bonnet quat,
For ony borrow'd beaver hat.
Whilk I as Rosy takes the fikes,
Maun wear or no. just as she likes,
Then let me hear nae mair about her.
For if ye dare agam to mutter
Sic vile proposals in my hearing,
Ye needna trust to my forbearing;
For soon my beard will tak a low.
And I shall crack your crazy pow,
Bard. I his laid, brave Bristle said nae mair,
But cock'd his bonnet with an air.
Wheel'd round ei' gloomy brows & muddy.
And left his brither in a study.