( 4 ) (illegible text) Tan fare you well you fancy fellow, I fain yur kis would pay ; I came to your town the-m in but, an' I'll gang out yeſterday. Tan I go to my quarter-huſe, the deer was unco bra', Fur they had a cu's huſband was pricked on the wa'. O ter we get a ſhapin ale, and tan we get a ſupper, A filthy choud of chapped meat, boil'd amang a butter. It was a filthy dirty beef, his banes was like te horn; She was a calf wanting the ſkin, before that he was born. I gang awa' into the kirk, to hear the lawland preach, And mony a bunny fang they ſing, ter backs it did him teach. And ter I ſaw a bonny nattam wi' feathers on her weim, wonder an' ſhe be gaun to flee, or what be in her myn? nother mattams follow her, wha's arſe was round like Cogs:
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