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May whistle owre the lave o't. I am, &c. Recitativo Her charms had struck a sturdy caird, As weel as poor gut-scraper; He taks the fiddler by the beard, An' draws a roosty rapier-- He swoor, by a' was swearing worth, To speet him like a pliver, Unless he would from that time forth Relinquish her for ever. Wi' ghastly e'e poor tweedle-dee Upon his hunkers bended, An' pray'd for grace wi' ruefu' face, An' so the quarrel ended. But tho' his little heart did grieve When round the tinkler prest her, He feign'd to snirtle in his sleeve, When thus the caird address'd her: Air Tune--"Clout the Cauldron." My bonie lass, I work in brass, A tinkler is my station: I've travell'd round all Christian ground In this my occupation; I've taen the gold, an' been enrolled In many a noble squadron; But vain they search'd when off I march'd To go an' clout the cauldron. I've taen the gold, &c. Despise that shrimp, that wither'd imp, With a' his noise an' cap'rin; An' take a share with those that bear The budget and the apron! And by that stowp! my faith an' houp, And by that dear Kilbaigie,^1 If e'er ye want, or meet wi' scant, May I ne'er weet my craigie. And by that stowp, &c. [Footnote 1: A peculiar sort of whisky so called, a great favorite with Poosie Nansie's clubs.--R.B.] Recitativo The caird prevail'd--th' unblushing fair In his embraces sunk; Partly wi' love o'ercome sae sair, An' partly she was drunk: Sir Violino, with an air That show'd a man o' spunk, Wish'd unison between the pair, An' made the bottle clunk To their health that night. But hurchin Cupid shot a shaft, That play'd a dame a shavie-- The fiddler rak'd her, fore and aft, Behint the chicken cavie. Her lord, a wight of Homer's craft,^2 Tho' limpin wi' the spavie, He hirpl'd up, an' lap like daft, An' shor'd them Dainty Davie. O' boot that night. He was a care-defying blade As ever Bacchus listed! Tho' Fortune sair upon him laid, His heart, she ever miss'd it. He had no wish but--to be glad, Nor want but--when he thirsted; He hated nought but--to be sad, An' thus t
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