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The auld mou'd wives thus did me taunt, Tho' a' was true, I must needs 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 ſauls, I might be wady, For getting sic a lusty laddy, Sae like mysell An' made me blush wi' speaking baudy, 'Bout what befel.

Thus auld and young their verdict had, 'Bout Maggy's being brought to bed; I thought my fill, yet little said, Or had to say, То reap the fruit o' sic a trade On guide Yule day.

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

.                                     P A R T 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 dodd an' sacken gown, That ugly sark.