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Yet wou'd hae gien my ha'f year's fee, Had Maggy then been jesting me, Had tartan purry, meal an' bree. Or butt'ry brose, 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' o'er did tumble, For something in her wame, at last, Began to rumble.

Our fouk caud it the windy gravel, That grips the guts beneath the navel, But laith she 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 ſic a rout Wi' hands an' feet, That she 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.