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For a' your mug an' ſtinking ſowen,
I rather wad hae a cogfu o‘ ream,
Commend me to a lad wi' a prowin,
Ye re no ſae rich as ye wad ſeem.
I ſaw the pot ye got from Holland,
Reaming wi' waſh a hint your loom,
To lay the touzie hair o the plaiden,
Ye're no ſae rich as ye wad ſeem.
A ſpurtle, Johnny, is eaſy gotten,
Ony ⟨bi⟩t ſtick may do that's clean,
But whar's the meal to mak the broſe,
Ye're no ſae rich as ye wad ſeem.
Your hugg⟨\⟩r an ſalt is black and reeked,
Wad poi⟨s⟩on a ſow it's far frae clean,
An wha wad marry a man for a jacket,
Ye're no ſae rich as ye wad ſeem
Ye brag me wi' the half o' your herrin,
But I could eat a heal ane my ſelf,
I doubt your livin l be but ſharin,
Ye're no ſae rich as ye wad ſeem,
About your baſſen I'll ſay but little,
But what's in the kiſt I fain wad ken,
I doubt. I doubt its as dry as a whiſtle;
Ye're no ſae rich as ye wad ſeem.
