WATTY AND MEG; OR, THE WIFE REFORMED. A TALE We dream in Courtship, but in Wedlock wake." -POPE. Keen the frosty winds were blawin', Deep the sna' had wreath'd the ploughs, Watty weary't a' day sawin', Daunert down to Mungo Blew's. Dryster Jock was sitting, crakey, Wi' Pate Tamson o' the hill, Come awa', quo' Johnny, Watty, Haith we'se ha' anither jill. Watty, glad to see Jock Jabos, And sae mony neibours roun' Kicket frae his shoon the sna ba's, Syne ayont the fire sat down. Owre a board, wi' bonnocks heapet, Cheese au' stowps and glasses stood ;
