POINT VII.

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RECITATIVO.

So sung the Bard—and Nansie's waws
Shook wi' a thunder of applause
Re-echo'd from each mouth!
They toom'd[18] their pokes, they pawn'd their duds[19],
They scarcely left to coor their fuds,
To quench their lowan drouth.
Then owre again, the jovial thrang,
The poet did request,
To lowse his pack an' wale a sang,
A ballad o' the best.
He, rising, rejoicing,
Between his twa Deborahs,
Looks round him, an' found them
Impatient for the chorus.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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