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T170347 THREE Times the Carline grain'd and rifted, / Then from the Cod her Pow she lifted, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 113 Lucky Spence's last Advice. Lucky Spence's last Advice. Lucky Spence's last Advice. Ramsay, Allan ?-?

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I. THREE Times the Carline grain'd and rifted, Then from the Cod her Pow she lifted, In bawdy Policy well gifted, whan now she fawn That Death na langer wad be shifted, she thus began:
II. MY loving Lasses, I maun leave ye; But dinna wi ye'r Greeting grieve me, Nor wi ye'r Draunts and Droning deave me, but bring's a Gill; For, Faith, my Bairns, ye may believe me, 'gainst my Will. III. O clappet Bess, and shanker Meg, O'er good to work, or yet to beg, Lay Sunkots up for a fair Leg; for, whan ye fail, Ye'r Face will not be worth a Feg, nor yet ye'r Tail. IV. Whan e'er ye meet a Fool that's fow, That ye're a Maiden gar him trow: Seem nice, but stick to him like Glew; and, whan set down, Drive at the Jango till he spew, syn he'll sleep soun. V. Whan he's asleep, then dive and catch His ready Cash, his Rings or Watch; And, gin he likes to light his Match at your Spunk-Box, Ne'er stand to let the fumbling Wratch e'en take the Pox. VI. Cleek a ye can be Hook or Crook, Ryp ilky Poutch frae Nook to Nook, Be sure to truff his Pocket-Book; saxty Pund Scots Is nae deaf Nits; in little Bouk lyes great Bank-Notes. VII. To get a Mense of whinging Fools, That's frighted for Repenting-Stools, Wha aften, whan their Mettal cools, turn sweer to pay; Gar the Kirk-Boxie hale the Dools anither Day. VIII. But daut Red-Coats, and let them scoup Free, for the Fou of cutty Stoup; To gee them up ye need na houp e'er to do weel: They'll rive ye'r Brats, and kick ye'r Doup, and play the Deel. IX. There's ae fair Cross attends the Craft, That curst Correction-house, where ast Vild Hangy's Tax ye'r Riggins fast makes black and blae, Enough to pit a Body daft: But what'll ye say,
X. Nane gathers Gear withoutten Care, Ilk Pleasure has of Pain a Skare: Suppose then they should tirle ye bare, and gar ye fike, E'en learn to thole; it's very fair ye're Nibour-like. XI. Forby, my Looves, count upo' Losses, Ye'r Milk-whyt Teeth, and Cheeks like Roses, Whan Jet-black Hair and Brigs of Noses faws down wi Dads, To keep your Hearts up 'neath sic Crosses, set up for Bawds. XII. Wi well crish'd Loofs I have been canty; Whan e'er the Lads wad fain a faun t'ye, To try the auld Game Taunty Ranty, like Cursers keen, They took Advice of me your Aunty if ye was clean. XIII. Then up I took my Siller Caw, And whistl'd benn whiles ane, whiles twa; Round in his Lug, that there was a poor Country Kate, As halesome as the Well of Spaw, but unka blate. XIV. Sae, whan e'er Company came in, And were upo' a merry Pin, I slaid away wi little Din, and muckle Menss; Lest Conscience Judge, it was a ane to Lucky Spence. XV. My Bennison come on good Doers, Who spend their Cash on Bawds and Whoors; May they ne'er want the Wale of Cures for a sair Snout. Foul saw the Quacks, that Fire smoors, and puts na out. XVI. My Malison light ilky Day On them that drinks, and dis na pay, But takes a Snack, and rins away: May't be their Hap, Never to want a Gonorhaea, or rotten Clap. XVII. Lass, gee us in anither Gill, A Mutchken, Jo, let's tak our Fill; Let Death syne registrate his Bill: Whan I want Sense, I'll slip away with better Will, quo Lucky Spence.
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