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"Ye pegh and grane, and goazle there,
 And make an unco splutter,
And I maun lie and thole you, though
 I'm fient a hair the better."

Fal de dal, &c.


Then he in wrath put up his graith,
 "The devil's in the hizzie,
I mow you as I mow the lave,
 And night and day I'm busy.
 

Fal de dal, &c.


"I've bairned the servant gipsies baith,
 Forbye your titty Leah,
Ye barren jade, ye put me mad,
 What mair can I do wi' you?
 

Fal de dal, &c.


"There's ne'er a mow I've gien the lave,
 But ye hae got a dizzen.
But d——d a ane ye'se get again,
Although your c——t should gizzen."
 

Fal de dal, &c.


Then Rachel, calm as ony lamb,
 She claps him on the waulies;
Quo' she, "Ne'er fash a woman's' clash,
 In troth ye mow me brawlies.
 

Fal de dal, &c.


"My dear 'tis true, for mony a mow,
 I am your gratefu' debtor,
But ance again, I dinna ken,
 Will aiblins happen better."
 

Fal de dal, &c.


The honest man wi' little wark,
 He soon forgot his ire;
The patriarch he coost the sark,
 And up and till't like fire.
 

Fal de dal, &c.