auntie.
ah! little ken'd thy reverend grannie,
that sark she coft for her wee nannie,
wi tund scots ('twas a' her riches),
wad ever grac'd a dance of witches!
but here my muse her wing maun cour,
sic flights are far beyond her power;
to sing how nannie p and fng,
(a souple jade she was and strang),
and how tam stood, like ahc'd,
and thought his very een enrich'd:
even satan glowr'd, and fidg'd fu' fain,
and hotch'd and blew wi' might and main:
till first ae caper, syne anither,
tam tint his reason a th
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