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To drink his wamefu' o the sea,
Thers be but ane of you and me
In msrriage ye shall hae my hand;
But I maun hae the sole command,
in Fairyland to saw and plant,
And to fsnd there for ought I want.
Bard. Ay ay. cries Jouk, all in a fire,
And stiff ning into strong desire.
Jouk. Come here thee, let us sign and seal
And let Billies gee to the deil
Bard. Here it would make o'er lang a tale,
To teil how meikle cakes and ale,
Aed beef, and broe, and gryce, and geese,
And pics a ruuning o'er with creese
Was serv's upon the wedding table,
To mak the leds and lasses able
To do ye ken! what we thins shame
[Tho ilk ane does't] to gi'et a name.
But true it is they soon were buckled,
And soon ſhe made poor Jouk a cuckold,
And play'd her baudy sports before him,
With chiels that card na tippence tor him,
Besides a Rosycrucian trick.
She had a dealing wi' Auld Nick;
And wheader Jouk began to grumble.
Auld Nick in the neist room would runble,
She drank and fought and spent her gear,
Wi' dice, and selling o' the mare.
Thas living like a Belzi's get
She ran herself fae deep in debt,
By borrowing money at a' hands,
That yearly income of her lands,
Scarce paid the interest of her bands.
