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And how hot new shoon fit her auld shacheld feet,
But heavens how he fell a swearin a swearin,
But heavens how he fell a swearin.

He begged me for gudesake I wad be his wife,
Or else I wad kill him wi’ sorrow:
So e'en to preserve the poor pody in life
I think I maun wed him to-morrow, to-morrow,
I think I maun wed him to-morrow.

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THE CAREFUL WIFE

Hark, gentle Jane, the huntsman’s horn:
Now chides my longest day:
Mark ! cries Jean—see the hazy morn,
Proclaims the cheerless day
To hunt the stag, the fox, the hare,
Fresh health these sports impart:
Cries Jane, dear John, oh! pray forbear,
For danger wings Death’s dart;
Yoics! tantivy! soho!
Dear John cries Jean, your spirits spare,
Of tantivy— O, beware:

See: gentle Jane, Aurora bright,

Her beams burst thro’ the sky;