The works of Allan Ramsay edited by Burns Martin ... and John W. Oliver [... and Alexander M. Kinghorn ... and Alexander Law] |
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Lucky Spence's
last Advice.
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Lucky Spence's last Advice.
Then frae the Cod her Pow she lifted,
In bawdy Policy well gifted,
When she now faun,
That Death na langer wad be shifted,
She thus began:
But dinna wi' ye'r Greeting grieve me,
Nor wi' your Draunts and Droning deave me,
But bring's a Gill;
For Faith, my Bairns, ye may believe me,
'Tis 'gainst my Will.
O'er good to work or yet to beg;
Lay Sunkots up for a sair Leg,
For whan ye fail,
Ye'r Face will not be worth a Feg,
Nor yet ye'r Tail.
That ye're a Maiden gar him trow,
Seem nice, but stick to him like Glew;
And whan set down,
Drive at the Jango till he spew,
Syne he'll sleep soun.
His ready Cash, his Rings or Watch;
And gin he likes to light his Match
At your Spunk-box,
Ne'er stand to let the fumbling Wretch
E'en take the Pox.
Ryp ilky Poutch frae Nook to Nook;
Be sure to truff his Pocket-book,
Saxty Pounds Scots
Is nae deaf Nits: In little Bouk
Lie great Bank-Notes.
That's frighted for Repenting-Stools.
Wha often, whan their Metal cools,
Turn sweer to pay,
Gar the Kirk-Boxie hale the Dools
Anither Day.
Free for the Fou of cutty Stoup;
To gee them up, ye need na hope
E'er to do well:
They'll rive ye'r Brats and kick your Doup,
And play the Deel.
That curst Correction-house, where aft
Vild Hangy's Taz ye'r Riggings saft
Makes black and blae,
Enough to pit a Body daft;
But what'll ye say.
Ilk Pleasure has of Pain a Skare;
Suppose then they should tirl ye bare,
And gar ye fike,
E'en learn to thole; 'tis very fair
Ye're Nibour like.
Ye'r Milk-white Teeth and Cheeks like Roses,
Whan Jet-black Hair and Brigs of Noses,
Faw down wi' Dads
To keep your Hearts up 'neath sic Crosses,
Set up for Bawds.
Whan e'er the Lads wad fain ha'e faun t'ye;
To try the auld Game Taunty Raunty,
Like Coofers keen,
They took Advice of me your Aunty,
If ye were clean.
And whistl'd benn whiles ane, whiles twa;
Roun'd in his Lug, That there was a
Poor Country Kate,
As halesom as the Well of Spaw,
But unka blate.
And were upo' a merry Pin,
I slade away wi' little Din,
And muckle Mense,
Left Conscience Judge, it was a' ane
To Lucky Spence.
Who spend their Cash on Bawds and Whores;
May they ne'er want the Wale of Cures
For a sair Snout:
Foul fa' the Quacks wha that Fire smoors,
And puts nae out.
On them that drink, and dinna pay,
But tak a Snack and rin away;
May't be their Hap
Never to want a Gonorrhæa,
Or rotten Clap.
A Mutchken, Jo, let's tak our Fill;
Let Death syne registrate his Bill
Whan I want Sense,
I'll slip away with better Will,
Quo' Lucky Spence.
Lucky Spence, a famous Bawd who flourished for several Years about the Beginning of the Eighteenth Century; she had her Lodgings near Holyrood-house; she made many a benefit Night to herself, by putting a Trade in the Hands of young Lasses that had a little Pertness, strong Passions, Abundance of Laziness, and no Fore-thought.
I could give a large Annotation on this Sentence, but do not incline to explain every thing, lest I disoblige future Criticks, by leaving nothing for them to do.
To be revenged; of whindging Fools, Fellows who wear the wrong side of their Faces outmost, Pretenders to Sanctity, who love to be smugling in a Corner.
Delate them to the Kirk-Treasurer. Hale the Dools is a Phrase used at Foot-ball, where the Party that gains the Goal or Dool is said to hail it or win the Game, and so draws the Stake.
But and ben signify different Ends or Rooms of a House; to gang But and ben is to go from one End of the House to the other.
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