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Sawney thougt, he vas guided by the deil.
He found nœthing so gud, as his ein hame,
Nœthing so fair, as his ain bonny dame.
He wonder’d mickle, and hardly could conceive,
How fowks, that seem’d not daft, could all th’year live
In huss’s, where the smoke went all by the top.
Passing at Rome, he gaid to see the pope :
And thought, that sure, he maun have lost his vist,
For that he was not, a seven horned beast.
One day, he waunner’d mickle, and stroll’d alone,
Seeking the houss of the whore of Babylone ;
But could na find it ; and asking his way,
He saw that the signors led him a stray,
And leugh’d. He thought them wondrous incivil
So in good terms, he pack’d them to the dil.
And as of ’s philibeg they made a farce
He took it up, and with a, pree mee a...e
You d...d popish, he saluted their ears.
Night came, and Sawney without nay fears,
Wander’d still, and missing the way he made,
Slept on a stone, cover’d with his plaid.
On the morn, he rose, and by chance was led.
Towards St. Peter’s noble, and proud structure ;
Though no connaisseur in architecture,
The place struck him : he thought ’t, mickle and bonny,
A great honor to the land of mac’rony.
As he mus’d and look’d, he saw his master
Admiring an urne of alabaster.
He was hardly sure ’t was he, that he ran,
Took hold of him, and « J ’m a happy man,
Cried he, » now, j care not the signor’s fun :
« The may liogh if they chuse, at my smatter. »
« Sawney, said his laird, what is the matter ?
Won’t you leave my coat, why friend you look wan,