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( 15 ) The auld mou'd wives thus did me taunt, Tho' a' was true. I muſt need grant, But ae thing maiſtly made me faint, Poor Meg lay ſtill, An'look'd as loeſome as a ſaint That kend nae ill.

Then a' the giglets young and gaudy, Sware by their fauls, I might be wady, For getting ſic a luſty laddy, Sae like myſell; An' made me bluſh wi' ſpeaking baudy, 'Bout what befel.

Thus suld and young their verdict had, 'Bout Maggy's being brought-to-bed ; I thought my fill, yet little ſaid, Or had to lay, To reap the fruit o' fic a trade On guid Yule-day

What sometimes in the mou' is ſweet, Turns bitter in the wame; I grumbl'd fair to get the geet At fic a merry time.

PART III.

NOW Maggy's twaſome in a ſwoon, A counſel held condemns the lown; The cuſhle-muſhle thus gaed roun', Our bonny Clark, He'll get the dud an' fecken gown, That ugly ſark.