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TO ilka body be it kend,
Frae John A-groats to the land's end, That frae this day I do intend,
fome Thanks to sell ; This is my bill, to you I send
That gin you chance for me to speer,
and ladies tee, For ilka season i' the year,
as ye shall fee.
An'first o'hose I hae a fouth,
baith grae an' russet, Wi' different clocks; bat yet in truth
we ca' it gushet. B
An' mair attour I'll tell you trow,
an' some are cotton, That's safter far na' ony woo,
that grows op mutton.
Bat gin fome lads shou'd stand in need,
or white or brown, That may well fair the gentlest bleed
in a'the town.
The mucklest man he may be fitted
or brown or black; We'll gar him say, he's nae outwitted,
fan he comes back.
The porter, car-man, or fervant lad,
for their nain wear, The starkest hose that can be made,
an' yet nae dear.
Far wary-draggle, an' sharger elf,
fan anes they sees That they wi' ease can fit themselves,
an' deal wi' me.
Frae ladies to a servant wench,
I'll try them on; Perhaps I may their greening stench,
'ere I hae done.
Red, blue an' green, an' likewise pearl,
amo' the sheets, Wi' mony a bony tirly wirl
about the queets.
The ladies that do tak their pleasure,
on me to call, I'll fit exactly to their measure,
baith great an'small.
Besides I'd hae you understand,
of fremt an’ sib. An' napkins, as guid's in a' the land,
to dight your nib.