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Thea he began so rote atkort,
for of his trade he ihen did syre,
Groot bentiags to the kile he ſet,
wile all the ribs were on a fire.
Up through the corn it did aſpire,
and to the roof it icok-the way
Wae's me, gaoth be, a dear kili-kyre,
sis that e'er I ſaw this day.
For I was be'er ic fic a fray,
ſince firſt my dame did rock-my head,
For every thing did gang aſtray,
I think there ſhall be no reniend.
But all ſhall turn to wrack indeed,
I wiſh I had my.plough-Qilts keeped,
Let never teuer come officad,
with that he fat him dovo and weeped.
And o'er his checks the tears they creepeds
wish oft he dignted with a clout;
Then poo the dy ke-head he leaped,
and on the wife gave incoy a ſhout.
Tiho fill did ſeer Eer ſtors abour
20d for her bu band took pe care,
Lot ar bim baith did laugh and float,
inded the thought clic spert wu8 rare.
While the poor mat was in deſpair,
no: knowing what to fis ordo.
For every iling did hacl word Sir,
capai llis bandro
stalno cell
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