head,
when it was sair;
the wife sde cannie to her bed,
but ne&039;er spak air
“a untry ird had ta&039;en the batts,
or cururrg his guts,
his only n for hornbook sets,
an&039; pays hi well:
the d, for a guid gir-pets,
was ird hisel&039;
“a bonie ss—ye kend her na—
ill-brewn drk had hov&039;d her wa;
she trts hersel&039;, to hide the sha,
hornbook&039;s care;
horn sent her aff to her ng ha,
to hide it there
“that&039;s jt a swatch o&039; hornbook&039;s way;
th goes he on fro day to day,
th does he poin, kill, an&039; sy,
an&039;s weel paid for&039;t;
yet ss o&039; y wfu&039; prey,
wi&039; his dan&039;d dirt:
“but, hark! i&039;ll tell you of a plot,
tho&039; dna ye be speak o&039;t;
i&039;ll nail the self-nceited t,
as dead&039;s a herr;
neist ti we et, i&039;ll wad a groat,
he ts his fair!”
but jt as he began to tell,
the auld kirk-har strak the bell
wee short hour ayont the al&039;,
which rais&039;d baith:
i took the way that pleas&039;d ysel&039;,
and sae did death
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