CLOUT THE CALDRON. HAVE you any pots or pans, grace, Disbanded, we 've a bad run; Gae tell the lady of the place, I'm come to clout her caldron. Fa adrie, didle, didle, &c. Madam, if you have wark for me, I'll do 't to your contentment, And dinna care a single flea For any man's refentment: For, lady fair, tho' I appear I am a gentle jinker. Fa adrie, didle, didle, &c. Love Jupiter into a swan Turn'd, for his lovely Leda ; He like a bull o'er meadows ran To carry off Europa: Then Then may not I as well as he, Fa adrie, didle, didle, &c. Sir, ye appear a cunning man, For I've a tinkler under tack, THE MALTMAN. THE maltman comes on Monday, Cries, Dame, come gi'e me my filler, Or malt fall ne'er get mair. I took him into the pantry, And gave him fome good cock-broo, As hoftler wives fhould do. When When maltmen come for filler, And gaugers with wands o'er foon, Wives, tak them a' down to the cellar, And clear them as I have done. This bewith, when cunzie is fcanty, Will keep them frae making din, The knack I learn'd frae an auld aunty, The fnackest of a' my kin. The maltman is right cunning, And he may crack of his winning, When he clears fcores with me: For come when he likes, I'm ready; But if frae hame I be, Let him wait on our kind lady, She 'll answer a bill for me. BONNY BESSY. BESSY's beauties fhine fae bright, And in transport make me view her. Love I, naithing else about thee; With thy comeliness I'm tane, And langer cannot live without thee. Beffy's bofom 's saft and warm, He who takes her to his arm, Of her sweets can ne'er be cloy'd. My dear Beffy, when the roses Leave thy cheek, as thou grows aulder, Virtue, which thy mind discloses, Will keep love frae growing caulder. Beffy's tocher is but scanty, Yet her face and foul discovers It's not money, but a woman THE QUADRUPLE ALLIANCE. SWIFT, Sandy, Young, and Gay, And read their tales at night. But when these stars appear, Jokes, fmiles, and wit fhine clear. Swift, with uncommon stile, And wit that flows with ease, While thus our Homer fhines; We push in love of fame. Blyth |