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15 THE DOMINIE DOPOS'D.

The auld mou'd wives thus did me taunt, Though a' was true, I must needs grant, But ae thing maistly made me ſaint, Poor Meg lay still, An'look'd as loeso me 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 besel.

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, To reap the fruit o' sic a trade, On gude-Yule day.

What sometimes in the mou' is sweet, Turns bitter in the wame; I grumbled sair to get the geet, At sic 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' Sacken Gown, That ulgy Sark.