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aye to keep your romper strive;
Gin уe break this dreadfu’ promise,
heven mair expect to thrive.
Mar, et Howe! this hour ye solemn
swear by every thing that’s gude,
Never mair your spouse to scad him.
while life warms your heart and blood.
That ye’ll ne’er in Mungo’s seek me—
ne’er put drunken to my name—
Never out at e’ening steek me—
never gloom when I come home.
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 soul ye swear!
O—! quo’ Meg, Aweel quo Watty,
fareweel! 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’ thing owre again:
Watty lay, and danced, and kist her;
wow! but he was wondrous fain.
Down he threw his staff victorious;
aft gaed bonnet, claes, and shoon;
Syne below the blankets, clorious,
held anither hinney moon.
FINIS.
