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of a kail-runt

“i drew y scythe sic a fury,

i near-hand wpit wi&039; y hurry,

but yet the bauld apothecary

withstood the shock;

i ight as weel hae tried a arry

o&039; hard wh rock

“ev&039;n the he canna t attended,

altho&039; their face he ne&039;er had kend it,

jt— a kail-bde, an&039; sent it,

as on&039;s he slls &039;t,

baith their disease, and what will nd it,

at once he tells &039;t

“and then, a&039; doctor&039;s saws an&039; whittles,

of a&039; dinsions, shapes, an&039; ttles,

a&039; kd o&039; boxes, ugs, an&039; bottles,

he&039;s sure to hae;

their t nas as fast he rattles

as a b c

“calces o&039; fossils, earths, and trees;

true sal-aru o&039; the seas;

the fara of beans an&039; pease,

he has&039;t plenty;

aa-fontis, what you please,

he can ntent ye

“forbye new, unon weapons,

ur spirit of capons;

or ite-horn shavgs, filgs, scrapgs,

distill&039;d per se;

sal-alkali o&039; id-tail clippgs,

and ony ae”

“waes for johnie d&039;s hole now,”

h i, “if that thae news be true!

his braw calf-ward whare gowans grew,

sae white and bonie,

nae doubt they&039;ll rive it wi&039; the plew;

they&039;ll ru johnie!”

the creature gra&039;d an eldritch ugh,

and says “ye needna yoke the pleugh,

kirkyards will on be till&039;d eneugh,

tak ye nae fear:

they&039;ll be trench&039;d wi&039; ony a sheugh,

a-three year

“whare i kill&039;d ane, a fair strae-death,

by loss o&039; blood or want of breath

this night i&039; free to tak y aith,

that hornbook&039;s skill

has cd a sre i&039; their st cith,

by drap an&039; pill

“an honest wabster to his trade,

whase wife&039;s a nieves were scarce weel-bred

gat tippence-worth to nd her