sie, smirking, dear-bought bess,
she stares the daddy in her face,
enough of ought ye like but grace;
but her, my bonie, sweet wee dy,
i've paid enough for her already;
an' giax her or her mither,
by the lord, ye'se get them a' thegither!
and now, remember, mr. aiken,
nae kind of lice out i'm takin:
frae this time forth, i do decre
i'se ne'er ride horse nor hizzie mair;
thro' dirt and dub for life i'll paidle,
ere i sae dear pay for a saddle;
my travel a' on foot i'll shank it,
i've sturdy bearers
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