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( 11 ) Yet would hae gi'en my ha'f vear's ſee; Had Maggy then been jeſting me, Had tartan purry, meal an bree, Or batt'ry bruſe, Been kilting up her petticoats Aboon her hoſe.

But time, that tries ſuch proticks paſt, Brought me out o'er the coals fu faſt; Poor Maggy took a ſudden blaſt, An' over did tumble, Her pains upon her came ſo faſt, She fore did grumble.

Our fouk caud it the windy gravel, But the cou d well her caſe purevel, An' laith the was for to unravel Their groſs miſtake; Weel kend ſhe that ſhe was in travel Wi little Jack.

But, to put matters out of doubt, Young John within wou'd fain been out, An' but an' ben made fic a rout Wi' hands an' feet, That the began twa fald about The houſe to creep.

Then dool an' ſorrow interveen'd, For Jack nae langer cou'd be ſcreen'd; My laſs upon her breaſt ſhe lean'd, An' gae a ſkirl; The canny wives came there conveen'd: A' in a whirl,