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THE
DOMINIE DEPOS'D.
PART I.
SOME Dominies are fae bias'd,
That o'er the dyke themſells they caſt,
They drink an' rant, and live fae faſt,
This drives them on
To draw a weapon at the laſt,
That ſticks Meſs John.
Thus going on, from day to day,
Neglecting ſtill to watch and pray,
And teach the little anes A, B, C,
An' Pater Noſter,
Quite ither thoughts our Lettergae
Begins to ſofter.
For, laying by baith fear and ſhame,
They ſlyly venture on that game,
All-fours, I think, they call't by name,
Baith auld an' rife,
That in the play Meſs John is ſlain
Wi' his ain knife.
'Tis kend, therefore, I winna ſtrive
My doughty deeds here to deſcrive,
A lightſome life ſtill did I drive,
Did never itch,
By out an' in abouts to drive,
For to mak rich.
I ne'er
