(5) I think I have bewitched been, when fyled Blankets all he ſand. Then forth to waſh them in the ſtrand, and for to poſs them on a ſtane; A ruſh of flood came frae the land, and dowa the water bath them tanc. By that time ky ani calves iik ane did meets the goodman ran to red, The brandit cow, thief break her baue, did bore his buttocks till they bled. I trow Be thought be was ill ſtead, goflios wander'd far awa', And by then came the greedy gied, the took up inree and left but twa. Theſe poor boaſts paid the ſkaith for a', the ſow he gave her little thank, Drew o'er the kira with her fore pa', and ay ſhe winked and ſhe drank. He took the kirn-ſtaff by the ſhaak, wherewith to reach the ſow a rout, The twa poor gaſlins got a clanks: for their brains he chapped out. Then he pull'd the auld ſow by the ſnout, and with the kirn-ſtaff on the back, He did hit her a right found rout, till o'er the ribs the ſhank play'd crack. Had you been there to ſee the knack, you would have laught to ſeen the ſport, The ſow his finger gave a ſnack, with bis ſharp tuſks ſhe mace it ſhort.
