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But deil a beauty he had seen,
But Jenny's Bawbee.
A Norlin' Laird next trotted up,
Wi' bassen'd nag and filler whip,
Cry'd "Here's my beast, lad had the grup,
"Or tie him to a tree;
"What's gow'd to me, I've wealth o' lan'
"Bestow on ane o' worth your han';
He thought to pay what he was awn,
Wi' Jenny's Bawbee.
A Lawyer neist wi' blatherin' gab,
Wi' speeches wove like ony web;
In ilk anes corn he took a dab,
And a' for a fee;
Accounts he owed through a' the town,
And tradesmen's tongues nae mair cou'd drown;
But now he thought to clout his gown,
Wi' Jenny's Bawbee.
Quite spruce, just frae the washing tubs.
A Fool came neist, but life has rubs,
Foul were the roads, and fu' the dubs,
And fair besmear'd was he;
He danc'd up squinting thro' a glass,
And grinn'd, "I, saith a bonny lass;"
He thought to win wi' front o' brass.
Jenny's Bawbee.
She bade the Laird gie kaim his wig;
The Soldier not to strut sae big,
