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Next time I kirn ye'll get some butter.
But, Doctor, now as Bessie's gane,
I wearie in the house my lane,
I'm no dead auld—and there's a carle
I lo'e boon a' men in the warl'!
We hae twa houses while we're single;
But ae house, ae bed, an' ae ingle
I think, might ser'e us baith su' weel,
An' I could catch him wi' a Pill!
So ye may mak' me up anither,
And I shall pouch't whan we forgather."
Then he to this request o' Luckie's
Replied, "I thank ye for the chuckies,
But my Pills hae nae sic a pith
As move men stiff at lim an' lith,
'Tis only youths, wha ance were loving,
Wi' a' their finest passions moving,
Wh ase lasses act as I direct,
On whom the pill has this effect,
But if ye wish to try its power,
Ye'se get a Pill will gie 'im a scour."
"Hout fie! quo' she, ye’re joking now, Sir,
But I may get him yet!—Adieu, Sir.”
Now ye forsaken lasses a',
Like Bessie fling your grief awa',
Tak' her example, when ye can,
According to the doctor's plan;
An' as ye'll a' be for a Pill,
To charm your ilka faithless chiel,
To Save expences, as Doctors grup,
I'll tell ye how to mak' it up,
'Tis made nae doubt o' precious matter,
A curn o' flour made daich with water ! ! !
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