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That ye'll ne'er in Mungo's seek me,
Ne'er put drucken to my name,
Never out at e’ening steek me,
Never gloom when I come hame.
That ye'll ne'er like Bessy Miller,
Kick my shins or rug my hair,
Lastly, I'm to keep the siller;
This upon your saul ye swear.'
O-h,' quo' Meg; aweel,' quo' Watty,
Farewell, faith I'll try the seas:'
‘O stand still,' quo' Meg, and grat aye;
‘Ony, ony way ye please.’
Maggy syne, because he prest her,
Swore to a' things owre again:
Watty lap, and danced, 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, glorious,
Held anither Hinny-Moon.
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