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, hear my advice,
 * And warning tak' by me, man,

For if ye get a wife like me,
 * You'll ru't until ye die, man,

For when that I was in my youth, Like you I then could quench my drought, But now I dare na weet my mouth, For Maggy's tongue,—deil drive her south,
 * To some place far awa', man.

On Sunday, if I speir for Will,
 * She swears I'm seeking drink, man;

Then o'er my head, with furious rage,
 * The tangs aloud will clink man.

This is the life that I must bear, She'll oft haurl out my very hair, And then she'll rage, and curse, and swear And cry ye dog, I'll gi'e ye mair,
 * Tho' for you I should die, man.

And, Jamie, when I got her first,
 * I thought myself enrich'd man,

Her beauty and her bonny claes
 * They had me sae bewitch'd man;

I had na power to see her ill, She led me captive at her will,