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"But, thro' a' the hale creation, "Is a mortal vex't like me!"
A' night lang he row't an' gauntet, Sleep or rest he coud'na' tak';Maggy, aft wi' horror hauntet, Mum'lan, startet at his back.
Soon as e'er the mornin' peepet, Up raise Watty, waefu' chiel,Kist his weanies while they sleepet, Wauken't Meg, an' sought fareweel.
"Fareweel, Meg!—An, O! may Heaven "Keep you aye within his care:"Watty's heart ye've lang been grievin', "Now he'll never fash you mair.
"Happy cou'd I been beside you, "Happy baith at morn an' e'en;"A' the ills did e'er betide you, "Watty aye turn't out your frien'.
"But ye ever like to see me "Vex't an' sighin', late an' air;"Fareweel, Meg! I've sworn to lea' thee, "So thou'll never see me mair."
Meg, a' sabbin', sae to lose him, Sic a change had never wist,Held his haun close to her bosom, While her heart was like to burst.
"O my Watty! will ye lea' me, Friendless, helpless, to despair!O! for this ae time, forgi'e me: Never will I rex you mair."
