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An' by gude luck she sat him snug
Alane by his room chimly lug.
"Wow, Nanse," quo he, "I hope ye're weel,
How manag'd Bessie wi' the Pill:"
"O rare!" quo' she, "the pill did gran",
Losh keep us! ye're an unco man!
For she a wondrous cantrip flight
Ye surely hae the second sight!
The like o' you can laugh at evils,
At warlocks, witches, ghaists and devils!
Ye ken the gate to shun and flie them,
While like o' me maun warsie wi' them;
I trow, ye soon gart Davie yammer,
An' do's ye liket wi' your glamour.
"Bess wi' a courage unexpecket,
In a things did as ye did direcket,
I saw mysel',—nought was mislippen'd,
An' ilka thing wi' wish has happen'd.—
Whane'ere he gat the pill at ance.
It dang him dumb, and drave him thence,
Some days thereafter he cam' cringin'
To Bess, an' begg'd her pardon whingin',
Tald her his mind wi' hive was racket,
That he wad live and die distracket
If she refus'd to be his marrow,
An' mak'an end o' a'his sorrow :
in short, less than a month they tarried,
Till they were beuket, cried and married.—
The Pill did a' without dissention,
But, troth, 'tis past my comprehension.
Now to ⟨mak'⟩ you a sma' amen's,
Hae thore's a pair o' gude fat hens,
I'm mair than a' that yet your debtor,
Next time I kirn ye'll get some butter.
But, Doctor, now as Bessie's gane,
I wearie in the house my lane,
I'm no dead auld—and there's a carle
I lo'e 'boon a' men in the warl'!
We hae twa houses while we’re single,
But ae house, ae bed, an' ae ingle,
