(3) An' gaping wi' his great mouth to grip me by the tap. He had a ſtaff into his hand, to fight me and he cou'd; But herfel' be run away frae his horſe be unco proud. But I be rin around about, and ſtand about the guard, Where I ſee the de'il chap the hours, tan me grow unco fear'd. A Wow, wow, wow, I ſaid, and whare will me go rin, For yonder pe the black man that burds the foks for ſin. I'll no be ſtay no langer tere, but ſalt I rin awa', And ſee te mans thrawin reaps aſide the Broomy-law: And O ſhe be a lang tedder! I ſpeir'd what they'll do wi?t? He ſaid, To hang the Highlandmen, for ſtealing o' their meat. Hout! herſel's a honeſt ſhentleman, I never yet did ſteal, But when I meet a muckle purſe I like her unco well.
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