12 THE DOMINIE DEPOS'D.
They wrought together in a croud; By this time I was under cloud; Yet bye an' bye I underſtood, They made one more, For Jack he tun'd his pipe, an' loud Wi' cries did roar.
Wi' that they blam'd the Seſſion-Clark; Where is the lown hid in the dark ? For he's the father o' this wark: Swear to his mither, He's juſt as like him as ae lark Is like anither.
About me then there was a din, They fought me out thro' thick and thin, Wi' deil hae her, and deil hae him, He's o'er the dyke; Our Dominie has now dung in His arſe a pike.
Ye may weel judge I was right ſweer, This unconth meeting to draw near, Yet forc'd I was then to appear, Altho' perplex'd; But liften how, an' ye ſhall hear. The haggs me vex'd.
The carlings Maggy had ſo cleuked Before young Jack was rightly hooked, They made her twice as little booked But to gae on O then! how like a fool I looked, Whan I ſaw John.
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