Baw. May I be jyb'd by great and sm'
And kytckha's like ony tennis ba’.
Be the disgrace of a’ my kin.
If e'er I with my bonnet twin.
Bard. Now soon as each hid given, his aith.
The auld man yielded up his breath,
Was row'd iu linen white as snaw.
And to his fathers borne awa',
But scarcely he in mools was rotten,
Bfore his rest' meat was forgotten,
As ye shall hear frae future sonnet,
How Joukum finder'd wi' his bonnet,
And bought fraw sensaiess billy Basy,
His to propine a giglet lassis;
While worthy Bristlenot sae doner’d,
Preserves his bonnet and is honor'd,
Thus Caractarcus did ⟨behave⟩.
Although, by fate of war, a slave,
Hs body only,———for his mind,
No Roman power could break or bind,
With benneton he bauldly fpake,
Until he gart his fetters crack,
The victor did his friendship claim,
And sent him with new glories hame.
But leave we Birss and simille.
And to our tale with ardour flee
Beyond the hills where lang the billies,
Had bred up queys, and kids, and fillies,
And foughteen mony a bloody battle,
With thieves that came to lift thair ⟨cattle⟩
There liv’d a lass kept raree shews,
And fiddlers ay about her house.
