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The auld mou'd wives thus did me taunt, Tho' a' was true, I mut needs grant, But ae thing maiſtly made me faint, Poor Meg lay ſtill, An' look'd as loeſome as a faint That kend nae ill.
Then a' the giglets young and gaudy, Sware by their fauls, I might be wady, For getting fic a luſty laddy, Sae like myſell; An' made me bluſh wi' ſpeaking baudy, 'Bout what befel.
Thus auld and young their verdict had, 'Bout Maggy's being brought to bed, I thought my fill, yet little faid, Or had to ſay, To reap the fruit o' fic a trade On guide Yule-day.
What fometimes in the more is ſweet, Turns bitter in the wame; I grumbld fair to get the geet, At fic a merry time.
PART III.
NOW Maggy's twaſome in a ſwoon, A counſel held condemns the lown, The cuſhle muſhle thus gaed roun', Our bonny Clark, He'll get the dud an' facken gown, That ugly ſark.
Conſider,
