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                              8 And tere I tow a bonay mattam,

Wi’ featben on her weim,

I wonder an she ba gawn to flee,

Or what be in her myn.

Another mattams follow her,

Wha’s arse was round like cogs.

And clitter clatter cries her feet,7

She had on iron brogs.

And tere I saw another mattam,

Into a tarry seck,

And twa mans pe carry her,

Wi’ rapes about hims neck.

She pe sae fou of vanity,

An no gang on the grun,

But twa poor mans pe carry her,

In a arrow covert abune.

Some had a fish tail to their mouth,

And some pe had a ponnet,

But my Janet and Donald’s wife

Wad rather hae a bannock

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