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Ay! ye’ve aft said that, and broken
A’ your vows ten times a week;
No, no, Meg! see theres a token
glittering on my bonnet cheek.
Owre the seas I march this morning,
listet, testet, sworn and a’
Forced by your confounded girning:
fareweel Meg! for I’m awn.
Then poor Maggy’s tears and clamour
gushed afresh and louder grew.
while the seas, wi’ mourufu yammer,
round their subban mither flew.
Through the yirth I’ll wander wi you—
stay, o Watty! stay at hame.
Here upon my knees I’ll gie you
ony thing ye like to name.
See your poor young lammies pleadin
whi ye gang and break our heart?
No a house to put our head in,
no a friend to tak our part.
Ilka word came like a bullet
Watty’s heart began to shake;
On a kist he laid his wallet,
digsted baith his een and spake.
If ance marr I could by ⟨writing⟩,
lea the ⟨sodgers and⟩ stay stil,
wad ye swear to drap you⟨r fly⟩ting?
yes, O Watty! yes I will.
Then, quo’ Watty, mind be honest
