Peggy, _now the King's come_, Peggy, _now the King's come_; _Thou may dance, and I shall sing,_ Peggy, _since the King's come. Nae mair the hawkies shalt thou milk, But change thy plaiding-coat for silk, And be a lady of that ilk, Now,_ Peggy, _since the King's come._ _Enter_ BAULDY. _Baul._ How does auld honest lucky of the glen? Ye look baith hale and fere at threescore ten. _Mause._ E'en twining out a threed with little din, And beeking my cauld limbs afore the sun. What brings my bairn this gate sae air at morn? Is there nae muck to lead?--to thresh nae corn? _Baul._ Enough of baith:--But something that requires Your helping hand, employs now all my cares. _Mause._ My helping hand, alake! what can I do, That underneath baith eild and poortith bow? _Baul._ Ay, but ye're wise, and wiser far than we, Or maist part of the parish tells a lie. _Mause._ Of what kind wisdom think ye I'm possest, That lifts my character aboon the rest? _Bauld._ The word that gangs, how ye're sae wise and fell, Ye'll may be take it ill gif I shou'd tell. _Mause._ What fowk says of me, Bauldy, let me hear; Keep nathing up, ye nathing have to fear. _Baul._ Well, since ye bid me, I shall tell ye a', That ilk ane talks about you, but a flaw. When last the wind made Glaud a roofless barn; When last the burn bore down my Mither's yarn; When Brawny elf-shot never mair came hame; When Tibby kirn'd, and there nae butter came; When Bessy Freetock's chuffy-cheeked we'an To a fairy turn'd, and cou'd na stand its lane; When Watie wander'd ae night thro' the shaw, And tint himsell amaist amang the snaw; When Mungo's mear stood still, and swat with fright, When he brought east the howdy under night; When Bawsy shot to dead upon the green, And Sara tint a snood was nae mair seen: You, Lucky, gat the wyte of a' fell out, And ilka ane here dreads you round about. And sae they may that mint to do ye skaith: For me to wrang ye, I'll be very laith; But when I neist make grots, I'll strive to please You with a firlot of them mixt with pease. _Mause._ I thank ye, lad;--now tell me your demand, And, if I can, I'll lend my helping hand. _Baul._ Then, I like Peggy,--Neps is fond of me;-- } Peggy likes Pate,--and Patie's bauld and slee, } And loes sweet Meg.--But Neps I downa see.-- } Cou'd ye turn Patie's love to Neps, and than Peggy's to me,--I'd be the happiest man. _Mause._ I'll try my art to gar the bowls row right; Sae gang your ways, and come again at night; 'Gainst that time I'll some simple things prepare, Worth all your pease and grots; tak ye nae care.