3 And from that place I ſteered my courſe, and to the highlands I did go, I did engage with rynie there, a ſervant with him for to be. To threſh the corn and hold the plow, it was the work I had in hand, Baith weet and dry and ear and let, I ſhortly tired me of the framd. Rynies work is very hard, and rynies wages is but ſmall, Rynies laws are double ſtrick, and that does grieve me worst of all. Rynie its a highland plaee, it does not ſuit a loland loun, Rynie iis a cold clay-holl, its far from like my fathers town. The laſſes they were fond of me, and ſometimes to them I was kind, But with ill uſage I was tired, for it ran fore into my mind. Jeanie Ridoh made my bed, lag down between me and the wa,
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