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An' after she a preface made,
The case she thus before him laid:
"Sir, I hae just ae only daughter,
An' mony a decent fallow’s sought her,
But ane she lo’ed aboon the lave,
A lad she thought wad ne’er deceive,
Ran oon an' late about her sleechln',
His love sincere for ever preachin',
An' solemn swore my Bess wad mak him
A happy man, gin she wad tak him.
She yielded—an' agreed for life
To be his lawfu' married wife;
But, Sir, as sure as I did bear her,
Sinsyne he never looket near her.
But tins to fairs an' markets ranting
Wi' Meg, a neibour lass, gallanting
While Bess, still faithfu' to the chap,
Wi' fient a lad has kiss'd a cap—
Waes me-! wi' the begunk she has gotten,
She’s lanely, heartless, an' begruten;
An' troth, I think, 'tis past contestin'
Her grief will throw her in a wastin',
Unless some means be us'd to get him—
Or she hard-hearted turn, an' hate him—
Now, Sir, ye were bred at the college.
An' hae in kittle cases knowledge;
For I am tald ye’re up to a' things,
Bout faul or body, grit or sma' things;
An' that ye hae amang your mugs
Some wonder-working Glamour Drugs,
Can set love’s whirligig in motion,
An' gar a lover change his notion,
For them I cam' ance erran here,
An' I shall hae them or I steer,
O Sir! exert your cantrip skill;
Mak up the Drugs, cost what they will.
— Gar Davie's love to Bessie fetter,
An’ mak’ him maist gang daft to get her.
Or he will live a man sworn knave,
An’ she’ll gang greetin' to her grave."
