Pawk

So blyth was he , and fou ' of pawks; -- But yet he's dead!

and a laird May find a beggar sae prepar'd, Wi pawks and wiles, whar pith is wantin, As soon will mak him rue his tauntin.

I guess, that yours has no the art To win about a husband's heart, Nor kens the gate wi' saftening sound, And pawks, to bring ilk project round.