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O Jamie lad, hear my advice,

And warnin’ tak’ by me, man,

For if you get a wife like me,

You’ll rue’t until ye die, man:

For when that I was in my youth,

Like you, I then could quench my drouth,

But now I darena wet my mouth,

For Maggy's tongue, de’il drive her outh

To some place far awa’, man.

On Sunday, if I spier for Will,

She swears I’m seeking drink, man:

Then o'er my head wi' furious rage,

The tangs aloud will clink, man.

This is the life that I must bear,

She'll harle 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 ye 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 nae power to see her ill,

She led me captive at her will,