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I yield, dear lassie, you have won, And there is nae denying, That sure as light flows frae the sun, Frae love proceeds complying. For a' that we can do or say 'Gainst love, nae thinker heeds us, They ken our bosoms lodge the fae That by the heartstrings leads us. Peg. Alake! poor prisoner! Jenny, that's no fair, That ye'll no let the wee thing tak the air: Haste, let him out, we'll tent as well's we can, Gif he be Bauldy's or poor Roger's man. Jen. Anither time's as good,—for see the sun Is right far up, and we're no yet begun To freath the graith;—if canker'd Madge our aunt Come up the burn, she'll gie's a wicked rant: But when we've done, I'll tell ye a' my mind; For this seems true,—nae lass can be unkind. |
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End of the First Act.
ACT SECOND.
SCENE I.
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A snug thack-house, before the door a green; Hens on the midding, ducks in dubs are seen. On this side stands a barn, on that a byre; A peat-stack joins, and forms a rural square. The house is Gland's;—there you may see him lean, And to his divot-seat invite his frien'. |
Glaud and Symon.
Glaud.