The poetical works of Sir Alexander Boswell ... Now first collected and edited, with memoir, by Robert Howie Smith |
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Enter Bizz.
Bombyx.
Pray, What is your name, friend? tell us.
Bizz.
Tammas Bizz.—I've blawn the bellows,
And I've clinkit on the studdy
Sin a wean, knee-heigh and duddy.
Bombyx.
Pray, What is your name, friend? tell us.
Bizz.
Tammas Bizz.—I've blawn the bellows,
And I've clinkit on the studdy
Sin a wean, knee-heigh and duddy.
And the gauger, weel I ken,
Aft he stammers butt and ben,
Snowkin a' frae end to end,
He's mislear'd and capernoited.
Aft he stammers butt and ben,
Snowkin a' frae end to end,
He's mislear'd and capernoited.
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And I ken Jock Black fou weel,
A sturdy hand at our fore-hammer;
Bess, his wife, flytes at the chiel,
But weel a wat I do condemn her.
A sturdy hand at our fore-hammer;
Bess, his wife, flytes at the chiel,
But weel a wat I do condemn her.
Wark, ye ken yersels, brings drouth,
Wha can thole a gaizen'd mouth,
And gif he tak a gill, forsooth
Queans man flyte, and fools man clatter.
Wha can thole a gaizen'd mouth,
And gif he tak a gill, forsooth
Queans man flyte, and fools man clatter.
Jock, I ken's an honest lad,
Thievish pranks was ne'er his custom,
Tho' he be sae sair misca'd,
Wi' gowd in gowpins ye may trust him.
Thievish pranks was ne'er his custom,
Tho' he be sae sair misca'd,
Wi' gowd in gowpins ye may trust him.
I hae kent him sin a bairn,
A penny willing aye to earn,
And tho' he's coupit i' the shearn,
Troth I ken nought ill about him.
A penny willing aye to earn,
And tho' he's coupit i' the shearn,
Troth I ken nought ill about him.
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