11 Never out at e'ening steek me Never gloom when I come hame. That ye'll ne'er, like Bessy Miller, Kick my shins, and rug my hair Lastly, I'm to keep the siller This upo your soul you swear? 0---h! quo' Meg, 'A weel', quo' Watty, Fareweel ! faith. I'll try the seas, O stan still, quo' Meg, and grat aye, Ony ony way ye please." Maggy syne, because he prest her Swore to a thing owre again, Watty lap, and danc't, and kist her ; Wow ! but he was wondrous fain. Down he threw his staff victorious ; Aff gaed bonnet, claes, and shoon; Syne below the blankets, glorions, Held anither Hinny-Moon.
