8 Marget Howe! this hour ye solemn Swear by every thing that's gude, Ne'er again your spouse to scaul' him, While life warms your heart and bloods 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 Bessy Miller, Kick my shins, or rug my hair- Lastly, I'm to keep the siller, This upon your saul ye swear ?' e-h! quo' Meg;- Aweel!' quo' Watty, Fare weel; faith I'll try the seas.' stand still,'. quo' Meg, and grat ave; Ony, ony way ye please.' Maggy syne, because he prest her, Swore to a' things owre again; Watty lap, an' danc'd, an' kiss d her; Wow! but he was wondrous fain. Down he threw his staff victorious; Aff gaed bonnet, claes, an' shoon; Syne aneath the blankets glorious Held anither Honey-Moon! FINIS,
