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An' never woo'd anither lass,
For his thoughts centered a' on Bess.
Auld Nanse, bout sax owks after this
Maneuvre o' her doughter Bess,
Trudg'd to the town to ca' and tell
Her famous Doctor what befel,
An' by gude luck she gat him snug
Alane by hisroom chimly lug.
"Wow, Nanse," quo he, "I hope ye're weel,
How manag d Bessie wi' the Pill?
"O rare! ye're an unco man!
For pitin' me on sica plan.
For sicna wondours cantrip flight
Ye surcly hac the second sight!
The like o you can laugh at evils,
At warlocks, witches, ghaists and devils!
Ye ken the gate to shun and flie tem,
While like o' me maun warsle wi' them;
I trow, ye soon gart Davie yammer,
An' do's ye liket wi' your glamour.
"Bess wi' a courage unexpecket,
In a things did as ye dircckct,
I saw mysel',—nought was mislippen'd,
An' ilka thing wi' wish has happen'd—
Whane'er he gat the pill at ance
It dang him dumb, and drave him thence.
Some days thereafter he cam' cringin’
To Bess, an' begg'd her pardon whingin',
Tald her his mind wi' luve was racket
That he wad live and die distracket
If she refus'd ta be his marrow,
An' mak' an end o' a' his sorrow:
In short, less than a month they tarried,
Till they were beuket, cried and married.—
The Pill did a' without dissention,
But, troth, 'tis past my comprehension,
Now to mak' you a sma' amen's,
Hae there's a pair o' gude fat hens,
I'm mair than a' that yet your debtor,
