t
of a kail-runt
“i drew y scythe sic a fury,
i near-hand wpit wi&039; y hurry,
but yet the bauld apothecary
withstood the shock;
i ight as weel hae tried a arry
o&039; hard wh rock
“ev&039;n the he canna t attended,
altho&039; their face he ne&039;er had kend it,
jt— a kail-bde, an&039; sent it,
as on&039;s he slls &039;t,
baith their disease, and what will nd it,
at once he tells &039;t
“and then, a&039; doctor&039;s saws an&039; whittles,
of a&039; dinsions, shapes, an&039; ttles,
a&039; kd o&039; boxes, ugs, an&039; bottles,
he&039;s sure to hae;
their t nas as fast he rattles
as a b c
“calces o&039; fossils, earths, and trees;
true sal-aru o&039; the seas;
the fara of beans an&039; pease,
he has&039;t plenty;
aa-fontis, what you please,
he can ntent ye
“forbye new, unon weapons,
ur spirit of capons;
or ite-horn shavgs, filgs, scrapgs,
distill&039;d per se;
sal-alkali o&039; id-tail clippgs,
and ony ae”
“waes for johnie d&039;s hole now,”
h i, “if that thae news be true!
his braw calf-ward whare gowans grew,
sae white and bonie,
nae doubt they&039;ll rive it wi&039; the plew;
they&039;ll ru johnie!”
the creature gra&039;d an eldritch ugh,
and says “ye needna yoke the pleugh,
kirkyards will on be till&039;d eneugh,
tak ye nae fear:
they&039;ll be trench&039;d wi&039; ony a sheugh,
a-three year
“whare i kill&039;d ane, a fair strae-death,
by loss o&039; blood or want of breath
this night i&039; free to tak y aith,
that hornbook&039;s skill
has cd a sre i&039; their st cith,
by drap an&039; pill
“an honest wabster to his trade,
whase wife&039;s a nieves were scarce weel-bred
gat tippence-worth to nd her
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