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But Mause begrutten was an' bleer'd, To try the pith o's rigg an' reins,

Look'd thowless, dowf,' an' sleepy ; They gart him cadge this pack. Auld Maggy kend the wyte, an' sneer'd, Now as a sign he had taen pains, Ca'd her a poor daft heepy :

His young wife was nae slack, It's a wise wife that kens her weird, 3 To rin an' ease his shouther-banes, What tho' ye mount the creepy ;

An' sneg'd the raips? fu' snack, There a good lesson may be lear'd,

Wi' her knife that day. An' what the waur will ye be To stand a day?

Syne the blyth carles, tooth an’ nail,

Fell keenly to the wark ; " Or bairns 4 can read they first maun spell; To ease the gantrees o' the ale, I learn'd this frae my mammy,

An' try wha was maist stark ; An' coost a leglen girth 5 mysel,

Till boord an' floor, an' a' did sail Lang or I married Tammy.

Wi' spilt ale i' the dark, l'se warrand ye have a' heard tell

Gart Jock's fitslide, he, like a fail, O'bonny Andrew Lammy,

Play'd dad, an' dang the bark Stiffly in loove wi' me he fell,

Aff's shin that day. As soon as e'er he saw me : That was a day."

The souter, miller, smith, an' Dick,

Et cet'ra, closs sat cockin, Het drink, fresh butter'd caiks, an' cheese,

Till waisted was baith cash an' tick, That held their hearts aboon,

Sae ill they were to slocken: Wi' clashes,6 mingled aft wi' lies,

Gane out to in gutters thick, Drave aff the hale forenoon :

Some fell, an' some gade rockin; But after dinner, an ye please,

Sawney hang sneering on his stick, To weary not o'er soon,

To see bauld Hutchon bockin 3 We down to e'ening edge wi' ease

Rainbows that day. Shall loup, an' see what's done

I' the doup o' day. The smith's wife her black deary sought, Vow what the friends wad fain been at,

An' fand him skin an' birn ; They that were right true blue,

Quoth she, “ This day wark's be dear Was e'en to get their wysons wat,?

bought ;” An' fill young Roger fou :

He bann'd an' gae a girn, But the bauld billy 8 took his maut,

Ca'd her a jad, an' said she mucht An' was right stiff to bow ;

Gae hame an' scum her kirn : He fairly gae them tit for tat,

Whish't, ladren !5 for gin ye sae ought An' scour'd aff healths anew,9

Mair, l'se wind ye a pirn,
Clean out that day.

To reel some day." A creel bout fou "o' muckle stanes,

Ye'll wind a pirn ! ye silly snool, They clinked on his back ;

Wae worth ye'r drunken saul,"

Quoth she, an' lap out o'er a stool, Out of sorts. 6 Gossip

An' claught him by the spaul : ? Cause, blame. 7 Throats wet. 3 Fate. 8 Bold fellow. * Cut the ropes to re

Might. 4 Before children. 9 Enough.

lieve him.

5 Silence, termagant ! 5 Cast a hoop; used 10 A basket quite full.

Foot.

6 A proverb implying figuratively.

3 Vomiting.

a threat.

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Fast frae the company he fled,

As he had taen the sturdy ;
She fleech'd him fairly to his bed,
Wi' ca'ing him her burdy,

Kindly that day. But Lawrie he took out his nap

Upon a mow o' pease ;
An' Robin spew'd in's ain wife's lap;

He said it gaed him ease :
Hutchon wi' a three-lugged cap,

His head bizzin wi' bees,
Hit Geordy a mislushious rap,
An' brak the brig o's neese

Right sair that day. Syne ilka thing gaed arse o'er head ;

Chanlers, boord, stools, an' stoups, Flew thro' the house wi' muckle speed,

An' there was little hopes
But there had been some ill-done deed,

They gat sic thrawart cowps ;
But a' the skaith that chanc'd indeed
Was only on their dowps,

Wi' fa's that day.

A gilpy 3 that had seen the faught,

I wat he was nae lang,
Till he had gather'd seven or aught

Wild hempies 4 stout an' strang;
They frae a barn a kaber raught, 5

Ane mounted wi' a bang, Betwish't twa's shoulders, an' sat straught Upon't an' rade the stang 6

On her that day.

THE EAGLE AND THE ROBIN

REDBREAST.

The wives an' gytlings? a' spawn'd out

O'er middings, an' o'er dykes, Wi' mony an unco skirl an’ shout,

Like bumbees frae their bykes ; Thro' thick an' thin they scour'd about,

Splashing thro' dubs an' sykes, An' sic a reird 8 ran thro' the rout, Gart a' the hale town tykes

Yamph loud that day. But d'ye see, fu' better bred

Was mensfu'9 Maggy Murdy, She her man like a lammy led

Hame, wi' a weel-wail'd ro wordy.

[This, too, is an imitation of an an-
cient Poem.]
The prince of all the fethert kind,
That wi' spread wings out-flies the wind,
And tow'rs far out of human sicht
To view the schynand' orb of licht ;
This ryall bird, tho' braif 2 and great,
And armit strang for stern debait,
Nae tyrant is, but condescends
Aftymes to treit inferior friends.

Ane day at his command did flock
To his hie palace on a rock,
The courtiers of ilk various size
That swiftly swim in chrystal skies ;

1 In rags.

6 Scolding women car2 Hang on a gallows. ried astride a beam. 3 A young fellow.

7 Children. + Sporting wags.

8 Noise and confusion. 5 A beam caught.

9 Discreet. 10 Well chosen.

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Thither the valiant Tersals doup,' Grit grew his hairt, he cou'd nocht speik,
And heir rapacious Corbies 2 croup, No for the tinsell o' rewaird,
Wi' greidy Gleds an' slie Gormahs, But that his notis met nae regaird ;
An' dinsome Pyis an' clatterin Daws; Straicht to the schaw he spred his wing,
Proud Pecocks an' a hundred mae, Resolvit again nae mair to sing.
Bruscht up their pens that solenın day, Quhair, princelie, bountie is supprest,
Bow'd first submissive to my Lord, By sic with quhome they are opprest,
Then tuke their places at his borde. Quha cannot beir (because they want it)

Mein time, quhile feisting on a fawn, That ocht suld be to merit grantit.
An' drinking bluid frae lammies drawn,
A tunefull Robin, trig an' zung, 3
Hard by upon a bour-tree4 sung.

THE MONK AND MILLER'S He sang the Eagle's ryall lyne,

WIFE.
His persing ee an' richt divyne,
To sway out-owre the fetherit thrang,

[This Tale is founded on that of Quha dreid his martial bill an' fang:5

“The Friars of Berwick,” a comparison His flicht sublime, an' eild renewit, His mind with clemencie endewit ;

with which will show how far Ramsay In safter notes he sang his luve,

was indebted to that admirable anonyMair hie his beiring bolts for Jove.

mous composition.] The monarch Bird, with blythness hard

Now lend your lugs, ye benders' fine, The chanting litil silvan bard,

Wha ken the benefit o' wine ; Calit up a Buzart who was then

An' you wha, laughing, scud brown ale, His favourite an' chamberlane.

Leave jinks? a wee, an' hear a tale.
SwithÓ to my treasury, quod he,
An' to zon canty Robin gie

An honest miller won'd in Fife,
As meikle o' our current geir

That had a young

wanton wife, As may mentain him thro' the zeir :

Wha sometimes thol'd 3 the parish-priest We can weel spair't, an' it's his due.

To mak her man a twa-horn'd beast : He bad, an' furth the Judas flew,

He paid right mony visits till her, Straight to the brench quhair Robin sung, An' to keep in wi' Hab the miller, An' wi' a wickit lieand tung,

He endeavour'd aft to mak him happy, Said, Ah! ze sing sae dull an' ruch,

Where'er he kent the ale was nappy.4 Ze haif deivt 7 our lugs mair than enuch,

Sic condescension in a pastor, His Majestie has a nyse eir,

Knit Halbert's love to him the faster; An' nae mair o' zour stuff can beir ;

An' by his converse, troth 'tis true, Poke up zour pypes, be nae mair sene

Hab learn'd to preach when he was fou. At court, I warn ze as a frien.

Thus all the three were wonder pleas’d, He spak, quhyle Robinis swelling breist, The wife well serv'd, the man weel eas'd. An' drouping wings his grief exprest,

This ground his corn, an' that did The teirs ran happing doun his cheik,

cherish

Himself wi' dining round the parish : 1 Kestrel (?)

5 Claw. 2 Crows.

6 Quick. 3 Young. 7 Deafened.

1 Drinkers.

3 Suffered, permitted. 4 Elder tree. 8 Pack.

2 Playing for drink.

4 Elevating.

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Bess, the goodwife, thought it nae skaith, James wi' guid humour maist discreetly, Since she was fit to serve them baith. Tauld her his circumstance completely.

When equal is the night an' day, “I dinna ken ye," quoth the wife, An' Ceres gies the schools the play, An' up an' down the thieves are rife ; A youth, sprung frae a gentle pater, Within, my lane, I'm but a woman, Bred at Saint Andrew's alma-mater, Sae I'll unbar my door to nae man ; Ae day gaun' hameward, it fell late, But since 'tis very like, my dow, An' him benighted by the gate :

That a' ye're telling may be true, To lye without, pit-mirk did shore 2 him, Hae, there's a key, gang in your way He coudna see his thumb before him : At the neist door, there's braw ait strae :1 But, clack-clack-clack, he heard a mill, Streek down upon't my lad, an' learn Whilk led him by the lugs theretill. They're no ill lodg'd that get a barn." To tak the thread of tale alang,

Thus, after meikle clitter clatter, This mill to Halbert did belang ;

James fand he coudna mend the matter ; Not less this note your notice claims, An' since it might nae better be, The scholar's name was Master James. Wi' resignation took the key,

Now, smiling Muse, the prelude past, Unlock't the barn-clam up the mow,? Smoothly relate a tale shall last

Where was an opening near the how, 3 As lang as Alps an' Grampian hills, Through whilk he saw a glent o' light, As lang as wind or water-mills.

That gave diversion to his sight :
In enter'd James, Hab saw an'kend him, By this he quickly could discern
And offer'd kindly to befriend him A thin wa' sep’rate house an' barn,
Wi' sic guid cheer as he cou'd make, An' thro' this rive was in the wa',
Baith for his ain an' father's sake.

All done within the house he saw :
The scholar thought himself right sped, He saw (what ought not to be seen,
An' gave him thanks in terms well bred. An' scarce gave credit to his een)
Quoth Hab, “I canna leave my mill The parish priest of reverend fame
As yet :

-but step ye west the hill In active courtship with the dame. A bow-shot, an' ye'll find my hame : To lengthen out description here Gae warm ye, an' crack 3 wi' our dame, Wad but offend the modest ear, 'Till I set aff the mill ; syne we

An' beet 4 the lewder youthfu' fiame Shall tak what Bessy has to gie."

That we by satire strive to tame. James, in return, what's handsome said,

Suppose the wicked action o'er, O'er lang to tell ; an'aff he gade. 4 An' James continuing still to glowr ;5 Out o' the house some light did shine, Wha saw the wife as fast as able, Whilk led him till't as wi' a line :

Spread a clean servite on the table, Arriv'd, he knock'd, for doors were

An' syne, frae the ha' ingle, bring ben steekit ; 5

A pyping het young roasted hen, Straight through a window Bessy keekit,6 An' twa guid bottles stout an' clear, An'cries, “Wha's that gi’es fowk a fright Ane o' strong ale, an'ane o' beer. At sic untimeous time o' night?"

But wicked luck, just as the priest,

Shot in his fork in chucky's breast, 4 Went. 2 Pitch darkness 5 Bolted.

Fine oat straw.

4 Inflame. threatened. 6 Looked.

Straw heap.

5 Stare. 3 Converse.

3 Top; roof.

6 Fireside.

1 Going.

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Th' unwelcome miller gae a roar,

Whase kytes can streek' out like raw Cry'd, “ Bessy, haste ye, ope the door." plaiding? Wi' that the holy letcher fled,

Swith roast a hen or fry some chickens, An' darn'd' himsel behint a bed ;

An' send for ale frae Maggy Pickens." While Bessy huddi'd a' things by,

“Hout I," quoth she, “ye may weel ken, That nought the cuckold might espy ; 'Tis ill brought butt that's na there ben ; Syne loot him in,--but out of tune, When but last owk,? nae farder gane, Speer'd why he left the mill sae soon : The laird gat a' to pay his kain.”3 “I come," said he, “as manners claims, Then James, wha had as guid a guess To crack an' wait on Master James,

O' what was in the house as Bess, Whilk I shou'd do, tho' ne'er sae bizzy ; Wi' pawky smile, this plea to end, I sent him here, guidwife, where is he?" To please himsel, an' ease his friend, · Ye sent him here," (quoth Bessy, First open'd wi' a slee oration, grumbling),

His wond'rous skill in conjuration. “Kend I this James? A chielcam rumb- Said he, By this fell art I'm able ling;

To whop aff ony great man's table But how was I assur’d, when dark, Whate'er I like to mak a mail of, That he had been nae thievish spark, Either in part or yet the hail of, Or some rude wencher gotten a dose, An' if ye please I'll shaw my art." That a weak wife cou'd ill oppose?" Cries Halbert, Faith, wi' a' my heart ! “ An what cam o' him? speak nae langer,” Bess sain'd hersel, --cry'd "Lord be here!" Cries Halbert, in a Highland anger.

An' near-hand fell a-swoon for fear. I sent him to the barn," quoth she : James leugh, an' bade her naithin dread, “Gae quickly bring him in," quoth he. Syne to his conj'ring went wi' speed : James was brought in-the wife was An' first he draws a circle round, bawked

Then utters many a magic sound The priest stood close-the miller O' words part Latin, Greek, an' Dutch, cracked

Enow to fright a very witch : Then ask'd his sunkan 3 gloomy spouse

That done, he says, Now, now 'tis What supper she had in the house,

come, That might be suitable to gie

An' in the boal4 beside the lum ; 5 Ane oʻtheir lodger's qualitie?

Now set the board ; guidwife, gae ben, Quoth she, “Ye may weel ken, guidman, Bring frae yon boal a roasted hen." Your feast comes frae the pottage-pan : She wadna gang, but Haby ventur'd ; The stov'd an' roasted we afford,

An' soon as he the ambrie 6 enter'd, Are aft great strangers on our board." It smell’d sae weel he short time sought Pottage,” quoth Hab, "ye senseless it, tawpie !4

An wond'ring, 'tween his hands he brought Think ye this youth's a gilly-gawpie?5

it. An' that his gentle stamock's master He view'd it round, an' thrice he smelt it, To worry up a pint o' plaster ?

Syne wi' a gentle touch he felt it. Like our mill-knaves that lift the laiding,

1 Whose bellies can 4 Recess in the wall. 4 Useless, good-for

stretch.

5 Vent. 2 Fellow.

nothing.
2 Week.

6 Cupboard.
3 Splenetic.
5 A silly fool.

3 Rent paid in fowls.

I Hid.

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