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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 Bessie Miller,
Kick my shins, or rug my hair—
Lastly, I'm to keep the siller,
This upo' your saul you swear?"
"O—h!" 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' things owre again:
Watty lap, and danc'd, and kist her,
Wow! but he was won'rous fain.
Down he threw his staff victorious;
Aff gaed bannet, claes, and shoon;
Syne below the blankets glorious,
Held anither hinny moon.
FINIS.
