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Rh O Dominie, you're diſpoſſeſt, Ye hae befhit your canny neſt, The warld ſees ye hae tranſgreſt, I'm at my time. Ye dare nae mair. now do your beſt, Let gae the rhime.

Ohon! how weel I might hae kent, When firſt to you I gae conſent, Wi' me to mak your merriment, How a' would be: Alas! that e'er my loom I lent That day to thee.

Wae to the night I firſt began To mix my moggans wi' thee, man; 'Tis needleſs now to curſe or ban, But foulfa' me, Ye'll pay and fit-for fit ye can, An' that ye'll ſee.

I heard her as I heard her not, But time and place had quite forgot, I gueſs'd my piece was in the pot; For I could tell, It was too ſhort her petticoat, By ha'f-an-ell.

Wis blubber'd cheeks, and wat'ry noſe, Her weary ſtory ſhe did cloſe; I ſaid the beſt, and aff I goes, Juſt like a thief, An' cook a glaſs, to interpole '-wixt mirth an grief.