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WHen her nain shell to Edinburgh went she pe saw pony tings, She many pony Lasses saw, that flutter'd a wit wings, Tat town apout teire shouters hang as plack as ony flea, An rattel a like Onion Skins, an pha pe pra put tea, Wit pra high tapons on teir heads, shust like her Lords Coach Mare, An pony tings some in teir Lugs hat hinging town se clear An pony Preakens on teir Ners as pony as might pe, Wit tartles rount apout te tail like a Colt's Mane hat she Teir Cowns pehint teir Ners tid trail tey pe se pra and syd, Not like her nain Coot Wifs at hame tat scarce her pottocks hide, An some had rount apout teir Necks Cat Skins se praly trest, Se proun as her Toug Pati's tail an Kirchifes o'te pest Plack pony Kleath tat e'er she saw an some had white ones too: Te tean pe plack like her pan ners, te other whit's a tow. An she pe saw too pony Men, an vaw put tea pe pra Wit high crown'd ponets on teir Head te pest tat e'r she saw, Wit curl'd lang heir town to teir pelts se very syd tid trail An knots hang own pehint teir ners shust like Toug Pati's tail An pony puttons on teir Coats, tat glitter't a' like cless, Teir Trews pe gir't apout te knee an wider at te ners Ten her nain Trew; an teir prougs hat high Clogs penea teir heel, Shust like the upper muckle end of her nain shell's Snuff Mill, An she saw mony pra House tere as heit as heit may pe Like great Rocks in her nain Glenco or in Glencra or Gri An mony taintie wide wintows pe up and toun teir side Like Mill Toors in her nain Country tey pe se pra and wide In sted a Ruches tey pe thick'd wit stones se pra and plew Teir wintows stick wit tings se clear her nain shell cout se trow
An her shell yet saw petter tings tat on four wheels pe porn, Shust like great muckle Ambrie peds, nail'd like her Powter Horn, Or Targ with taintie nails se clear, shust like a clear scour'd Pan, An taintie Lasses sitting in't, an a pra Shentle Man, Te Horse tat trew tis four Wheel cart, pe great and plack as coal Her nain shel's goot Gray Mare at hame pe shyt tem's put a Foal Te wheels pe whirlt and ran as fast, phan te great Horses trew, Her nain shell tought not run se fast put phat hat wings to flew. Phile her shell saw sic taintie tings she pe stand still to look Pe tink her shell of no ill ting; put e'er she wist, te nook Of a coal cathers krill took her pe pon te pack a tunch, Mi turnt an said, hum, phat teil now you filthy rustique clunch? Phat are you plind you shyten rogue? you pe se undescreet, That Shentle Men cannot pestand, pe pon te Kings hie street. Phile she pe flyt with tis Coal Man, in sic a range besputter; A Slead came py pehint her Ners and dang her in te guter: Pe she gat up a four wheel cart came hurling py pedeen, Te Man's lang whip tat sat pefore't made crak apout her eyn, An hat her lugs wit sick a phisk till a her eyn tid water. She tought it was not time to stand to Argument te matter, Put her shell run in at Closs head, to keep her shell frea skeit, She had not weel gone two ells tere, till her nain shell tid get A tish of water poured town apout her nain shell's Lugs, Petract put it was scalding her, vile stinking filthie jugs: Tat Herring hat peen sotten in or other stinking fish. Me wist not phat to say or too for her nain shell coult wish Te muckle Tell hat tene tem all her nain shell nere tid meet Wit sick a yoking since she was a Month old Cock pards hight.
For lang street as far as tween Glen Fudrich and Genstouse, An wide as tween Teg McCrae's Yard an Tonald Tearlech's house, Was all caan full of Shentle Foulk, as full as it cout croud; Some running up some running town an some tat stane still stood, There comes a range of four wheel carts tokether in a string, Some pe caan up some pe caan town an some of tem town ting, Te Kail Wives Creels wit a teir Trade, an paggage tey hat tere Next comes a trift of Coals mens horse like Cows caan to a Fair, Or like a trift of Bord'ring Cows some times her shell has seen Prought off the Low-land phigs, yea she has at such plunterings peen: An yonter comes tere two wheel Cartes pe rumbling all attens. Some load with Parles som wit Trees and some wit dirt and stanes, Tere comes a Range of Oyster Wives, an some pe crying Sand, Some crying Fish, some crying Coal, an some wit Salt in hand; Wit twenty hunter tings peside, her nain shell cannot mine; Put on ting she cannot forget an she saw ten times nine She tainty pony Lasses saw upon a Parrow porn Tat hat upon teir Snowts tid weir a taintie Coblo-horn Wit lang Lugs hanging town each side, all woven as a Net, An in teir little Ambrie Pox full lordly are tey set Her shell tought it great pity was tat sick pra Lass pe Criple, Her shell could wish to ly wit such tho she should get a Riple, Put phan her shell was caan to Leit she saw pe pon a Tree Some Mans pe hing and wit te Wind, tey wagged wantonlie, She speart, for phat tes Mans hang tere? tey said for stealing Gear. Hum, phat? her shell she tought is now pe three tays too long here.
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