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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 fathens, baith big an' plump
An' butter she pack'd up a lump,
Which she a present meant to gie him,
And wi' them aff she 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, belyve
At the manse door she did arrive—
Rapp't, was admitted by the maid;
Ben to the 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' he to her thus smiling said
That liv'd a quiet contented life,
To show respect unto the priest,
Whom she esteem'd within her breast,
Catch'd twa fathens, baith big an' plump
An' butter she pack'd up a lump,
Which she a present meant to gie him,
And wi' them aff she 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, belyve
At the manse door she did arrive—
Rapp't, was admitted by the maid;
Ben to the 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' he to her thus smiling said
