THE DOMINIE DEPOS'D. 13
The Cummer then came to me bent, An' gravely did ny Son preſent; She bade me kiſs him, be content, Then wilh'd me joy; An' tald it was-wliat luck had ſent, A waly boy.
In ilka member, lith an' lim', Its mouth, its noſe, its cheeks, its chin, 'Tis a like daddy, juſt like him' His very ſelf, Tho' it look'd canker'd, four an' grim, Like ony elf.
Then whiſp'ring low to me ſhe harked, Indeed your hips they ſhou'd be yarked. Nae mair Meſs John, nor dare ye clarkit, Faith ye hae ca'd Your hogs unto a bonny market Indeed my lad;
But tell me, man, I ſhou'd ſay maſter, What muckle deil in your way chas'd her? Lowns baith! but I think I hae plac'd her, Now on her ſide, My coming here has not difgrac'd her, At the Yule tide.
An' for yourſell, ye dare na look Hereafter ever on a book, Your mou' about the pſa’ms to crook; Ye've play'd the fool, Anither now your poſt maun bruik, An' you the ſtool.
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