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 O Dominie, you're dispossest,

Ye hae beshit your holy nest,

The warld sees ye hae transgrest;

I’m at my time,

Ye dare nae mair, now do your best,

Let gae the rhyme.

Ohon! how weel I might hae kent,

When first to yon I gae consent,

Wi’ me to make your merriment,

How a’ would be:

Alas! that e’er my loom I lent

That day to thee.

Wae to the night I first began

To mix my nioggans wi’ thee, man;

’Tis needless now to curse or ban,

But deil hae me,

Ye’ll pay, and fit, for fit ye can,

And that ye’ll see.

I heard her as I heard her not,

But time and place had quite forgot,

I guess’d my piece was in the pot,

For I could tell,

It was too short her petticoat

By half an ell.

Wi’ blubber’d cheeks, and watery nose,

Her weary story she did close;

I said the best, and aff I goes

Just like a thief,

And took a glass to interpose

’Twixt mirth and grief.