7 No, no, Meg! See-there's a token Glitt'ring on my bonnet cheek. Owre the seas I march this morning, Listet, testet, sworn an' as, Forced by your confounded girning. Fareweel, Meg! for I'm awa' Then poor Maggy's tears and clamour Gusht afresh, and louder grew; While the weans; wi' mournfu' yammer, Round their sabbin mither flew. Through the yirth I'll wanger wi' you- Stay, O Watty! stay at ha ne. Here upon my knees I'll gi'e you Ony thing ye like to name. ' See your poor young lammies pleadin, Will ye gang and break our heart? No a house to put our head in, No a friend to tak our part.' Ilka word cam like a bullet; Watty's heart begoud to shake: On a kist he laid his wallet, Dightet baith his een and spake: ' If ance mair I could by writing, Lea the sodgers and stay still, Wad you swear to drap your flyting? “Yes, O Watty! yes I will.' ' Then, (quo' Watty) mind be hones Ay to keep your temper strive; Gin ye break this dreadfu' promise, Never mair expect to thrive:
