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 ?? O---h! quo Meg, . Aweel', 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, glorious, Held anither Hinny-Moon,
