THE
COMIC TALE
OF
MARGARET AND THE MINISTER.
A douse, religious, kintry wife,
That liv'd a quiet contented life,
To show respect unto the priest,
Whom she esteem'd within her breast,
Catch'd twa fat hens, baith big an' plump,
An' butter sho pack'd up a lump,
Which she a present meant to gi'e him,
And wi' them aff sho gaed to see him.
Dress'd in her ain auld kintry fas'on,
Wi' brown stuff gown, an' braw white bussin,
A dark blue cloak an' hood co'er'd a',
Sae lade, sae clad, she march'd awa;
Thus trudg'd alang-an' hence belyvo,
At tho manse door sho did arrive--
Rapp't, was admitted by the maid;
Ben to tho kitchen wi' her gade--
Syne for the Minister inquir'd,
Who soon came butt, as she desir'd,
When she to him a curtchie made,
An' ho to her thus smiling said,
Min. O! my dear Margaret, is this you:
I'm glad to see you; how d'ye do?
How's Tamos, my auld worthy frien'!
How's Jock your son, an' daughter Jean?
Mar. They're gaily Sir, we'ro a' meat hale--
Tho' Tamie's o'en but craz'd an' frail
