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Bard. The famous wh—re of Palestine,
Thus drew the hooks o'er Samsoa'e can,
And garthim tell where by his strength,
Df which she twin'd him at the length,
Then gied him up in chains to rave.
And labour like a galley-slave:
But Rosie miud when growing hair.
His loss o' pith 'gan to repair,
He made of thousands an example,
By crushing them beneath their temple.
CANTO II.
BARD.
Stood cooling on the soles o' winnocks.
And cracking at the westlin gavels
The wives sat becking o' their navels,
When Jouk his brither Briltte found,
Fetching his eveniing walk around
A score o' ploughman of his ain,
Who blythly whistied on the plain,
Jouk three times congee'd, Brittle anes,
Then shook, his hand, and thus begins.
Bris. Wow briher Jouk, whar hae ye been?
I scarce can trow any ooking een,
Ye're prorvn fae braw, now weirds defend me,
Gin that I had naa maist mllkend ye,
And whar gat ye that braw blue stringing
That's at your houghs and shoulders hinging
