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There's be but ane of you and me.
In marriage ye ſhall hae my hand;
But I maun hae the ſole command,
In Fairyland to ſaw and plant,
And to ſend there for ought I want.
Bard. Ay, ay, cries Jouk, all in a fire,
And ſtiff'ning into ſtrong deſire
Joukum. Come haſte thee, let us ſign and ſeal
And let my billies gae to the diel.
Bard Here it wad make o'er lang a tale,
To tell how meikle cakes and ale,
And beef and broe, and gryce and geeſe,
And pies a' running o'er wi creeſh,
Was ſerv'd upon the wedding-table,
To mak the lads and laſſes able,
To do, ye ken, what we think ſhame,
(Tho' ilka ane does't) to gie't a name.
But true it is, they ſoon were buckl'd,
And ſoon ſhe made poor Jouk a cuckold,
And play'd her bawdy ſports before him
With cheils that car'd not tippence for him,
Beſides a Roſycrucian trick,
She had a dealing with Auld Nick;
And, whene'er Jouk began to grumble,
Auld Nick in the neiſt room wad rumble.
She drank, and fought, and ſpent her gear,
With dice, and ſelling o' the mare.
Thus living like a Pelzi's get,
She ran her ell ſae deep in debt,
By borrowing money at a' hands,
That yearly income of her lands,
Scarce paid the int'reſt of her bands.