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I dreamed a dreary dream this hinder night,
95 That gars my flesh a' creep yet with the fright.
Patie. Now, to a friend, how silly 's this pretence,
Roger. Indeed now, Patie, ye have guessed o'er true,
105 To speak but till her I dare hardly mint. In ilka place she jeers me air and late, And gars me look bombazed and unco blate. But yesterday I met her yont a knowe; She fled as frae a shelly-coated cow. She Bauldy loo’es, Bauldy that drives the car, But gecks at me and says I smell of tar.
Patie. But Bauldy loo’es not her, right well I wat; He sighs for Neps : sae that may stand for that. Roger. I wish I cou'dna loo'e her—but in vain!
115 I still maun doat, and thole her proud disdain. My Bawty is a cur I dearly like: Till he yowled fair she strak the poor dumb tyke; If I had filled a nook within her breast, She wad have shawn mair kindness to my beast. When I begin to tune my stock and horn, With a' her face she shaws a caulrife scorn: Last night I played ye never heard sic spite; “O’er Bogie” was the spring, and her delyte; Yet tauntingly she at her cousin speered
125 Gif she could tell what tune I played, and sneered. Flocks, wander where ye like; I dinna care! I'll break my reed, and never whistle mair.
Patie. E'en do sae, Roger; wha can help misluck, Saebeins she be sic a thrawn-gabbit chuck?
130 Yonder 's a craig; since ye have tint all houp, Gae till 't your ways and tak the lover's loup.
Roger. I needna mak sic speed my blood to spill; I'll warrant death come soon eneugh a-will.
Patie. Daft gowk! leave aff that silly whinging way! 135 Seem careless: there's my hand ye 'll win the day. Hear how I served my lass I love as weel As ye do Jenny and with heart as leel. Last morning I was gay and early out; Upon a dyke I leaned, glowring about.
140 I saw my Meg come linkan o'er the lea; I saw my Meg, but Peggy saw na me, For yet the sun was wading thro’ the mist, And she was close upon me e'er she wist: Her coats were kiltit, and did sweetly shaw
145 Her straight bare legs, that whiter were than snaw. Her cockernony snooded up fou sleek, Her haffet-locks hang waving on her cheek; Her cheeks sae ruddy, and her een sae clear; And, oh, her mouth 's like ony hinny pear;
150 Neat, neat she was in bustine waistcoat clean, As she came skiffing o'er the dewy green Blythsome I cried, “My bonnie Meg, come here! I ferly wherefore ye're sae soon asteer, But I can guess ye 're gawn to gather dew."
155 She scoured awa, and said, “What's that to you?" "Then fare ye weel, Meg Dorts, and e'en 's ye like,” I careless cried, and lap in o'er the dyke. I trow when that she saw, within a crack She came with a right thieveless errand back:
160 Misca'd me first; then bade me hound my dog, To wear up three waff ewes strayed on the bog. I leugh, an sae did she: then with great haste I clasped my arms about her neck and waist, About her yielding waist, and took a fouth
165 Of sweetest kisses frae her glowing mouth; While hard and fast I held her in my grips, My very saul came louping to my lips; Sair, sair she flet wi' me 'tween ilka smack, But weel I kenned she meant nae as she spak.
170 Dear Roger, when your jo puts on her gloom, Do ye sae too and never fash your thumb: Seem to forsake her, soon she'll change her mood; Gae woo anither, and she 'll gang clean wood.
Roger. Kind Patie, now fair fa' your honest heart!
made To me a present of your braw new plaid, My flute's be yours; and she too that's sae nice
205 Shall come a-will, gif ye 'll tak my advice.
Roger. As ye advise, I'll promise to observe 't.
Patie. But first we'll take a turn up to the height,
Be that time bannocks and a shave of cheese
Forced by soft violence of pray'r,
Two hundred pounds half-yearly paid,
Soft to the eye and to the feet,
Thus sheltered, free from care and strife,