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A douse, religious, kintry wife, That liv’d a quiet contented life, To show respect unto the priest, Whom she esteem’d within her breast, Catch’d twa fat hens, baith big an’ plump. An’ butter she pack’d up a lump, Which she a present meant to gi’e him, And wi’ them aff she gaed to see him. Dress’d in her ain auld kintry fas’on, Wi’ brown stuff' gown, an’ braw white bussin, A dark blue cloak an’ hood co’er’d a’, Sae lade, sae clad, she march’d awa; Thus trudg’d alang—an’ hence belyve, At the manse door she did arrive— Rapp’t, was admitted by the maid; Ben to the kitchen wi’ her gade— Syne for the Minister inquir’d, Who soon came butt, as she desir’d, When she to him a curtchie made, An’ he to her thus smiling said.