6 THE DOMINIE DEPOS'D.
When he committed all theſe tricks,
For which he weel deſerv'd his licks,
Wi' red-coats he did intermix,
When he foreſaw
The puniſhment the kirk inflicts
On fowks that fa'.
Then to his thrift he bade adieu,
When wi' his tail he ſtopp'd his mou',
He chang'd his coat to red and blue,
An' like a fot
Did the poor Clerk convert into
A Royal Scot.
An' now fowks uſe me at their wills,
My name is blawn out o'er the hills,
At banquets, feafts, a' mouths it fills,
Twixt each, Here's t'thee,
'Tis fore traduc'd at kilns and milns,
And common ſmithy.
Then Dominies, I you beſeech,
Keep very far from Bacchus' reach,
He drowned a' my cares to preach,
Wi' his ma't-bree,
I've wore fair banes by mony a bleech
O' his tap-tree:
If Venus does poſſeſs your mind,
Her anticks ten times warſe ye'll find,
For to ill tricks ſhe's fae inclin'd,
For proticks paſt,
She blew me here before the wind:
Cauld be her caſt.
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