Thus fam fits, and fum fews, Sum byts the Birs fum Uly fpews, And he Keips ay beft his Kews, Spouts in his Nichbour's Nek. III. OF Tauch or Uly when they want, And bok a Pynt at ilka Pant, And dr them Rofet rowth. Wald Man and Wyf all do as I, They fyle the Wind in trowth. I a THE Soutars Answer to the Tailzier. F I. ALSE clatterand Kenfy, Kuckold Knaif, Blafphemand Baird in thy Backbyting, Of me thou fall an Answer haif, Fumart cum forth, and face my Flyting, Warfe than a Warlo in thy Wryting; Thou Sathans Seid ay fet to Evil, Mandrag, Memerkyn, mismade Myting, I fall the conjure lyk the Devil. II. Fy on the Taylzior never trew, Frae Claith weil can thou cleik a Clout, They followt thee with Cry and Shout, Thou will be hangt, haif thou nae Dout, AMANG the Wyves it fall be witten Wae worth thee Wirryar of qubyt Lyce. IV. THOU zeid with Elwand, Sheir and Thymbill, For Halfpenies thy Hand zeid nimble, THY Wyfe fcho wont a Man fhe gat Of thee, quben that thou was weil Brankit, A foul Taid Carle, all Tailzior fhankit, Thou dar not dwell wher thou was born; Zet afterwart thou fall be hankit Betwixt Kirkaldy and Kingorne. B Qued STEWART, ETWIX twa Tods a crawing Cok, Betwix twa Friers a Maid in her Smok, Betwix twa Cats a Mous, Betwix twa Tailziors a Lous; Śchaw me, gude Sir, not as a Stranger, ANSWER. Foxis ar fell at crawing Coks, Friers are fers at Maids in thair, Smoks Cats ar cautelus in taking Myce, Tailziors ar Tyrrans in killing Lyec A BALLAT made to the Scorn and Derifion of wanton Women. I. E lufty Ladyis, luke, The rackles lyves ze leid, Haunt nocht in Hole or Nuke, II. QUHAT is fic Luve but Luft, To hant that Game robust, And beiftly Appetyte; |