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Yet wou'd hae gien my ha'f year's fee, Had Maggy then been jeſting me, Had tartan purry, meal an' bree. Or butt'ry broſe, Been kilting up her petticoats Aboon her hoſe.
But time that tries ſuch proticks paſt, Brought me out o'er the coals fu' faſt; Poor Maggy took a ſudden blaſt, An' o'er did tumble, For ſomething in her wame at laſt Began to rumble.
Our fouk caud it the windy gravel, Thaf grips the guts beneath the navel, But laith ſhe was for to unravel Their groſs miſtake, Weel kend fhe, that ſhe was in travel Wi' little Jack.
But, to put matters out of doubt, Young John within wou'd fain been out, An' but an' ben made fic a rout Wi' hands an' feet, That ſhe began twa-fald about The houſe to creep.
Then dool an' ſorrow interveen'd; For Jack nae langer cou'd be ſcreen'd; My laſs upon her breaſt ſhe lean'd, An' age a ſkirl The canny wives came there conveen'd A' in a whirl.
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