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 22                     Ye'll wind a pirn! ye ſilly ſnool, wae-worth your drunken ſaul; Quoth ſhe, and lap out oure a ſtool, and claught him by the ſpaul: He ſhook her, and ſwore muckle dool; ye's thole for this, ye ſcaul; I'ſe rive trae aff your hips the hool, and learn you to be paul On ſic a day.

Your tippanizing ſcant oʻ grace, quoth ſhe, gars me gang duddy; Our neiber fate, ſin break of day's                       been thumpin at his ſtudy. An it be true that ſome fouk ſays, ye'll girn yet in a woody; Syne wi' her nails ſhe rave his face, made a' his black beard bloody. Wi' ſcarts that day.

A gilpy that had ſeen the faught, I wat he was nae lang, Till he had gather'd ſeven or aught wild hempies ſtout and ſtrang; They frae a barn a kabber raught ane mounted wi' a bang, Betwiſht twa's ſhoulders and ſat ſtraught upon't, and rade the ſtang On her that day.