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My master was an auld Batch,

Baith crabbed and uncivil:

Than kiss a lass, (except when fou’)

He'd sooner kiss the dl.

An’ he had gowd and sil’er baith,

As meikle’s fill a barrel;

A gaudy house, an’ grand estate,

Might serve a duke or earl.

But woman’s ways he coudua thole—

The cause o’ a disasters;

He’d sneer, an’ jeer, an’ curse the sex,

And ca’ them downright wasters.

But then, again, when he was fu’,

His love was overbearing;

He’d kiss an’ slake about my mou’,

Nae wife nor sil’er fearing.

As I was growing auld mysel’,

And lovers growing scanty,

I thought upon my master’s house,

His gear an’ sil’er plenty.

So I got witnesses ae night,

When he was reeling rarely,

To hear his tender promises,

An’ see us bedded fairly.

He sought me to his chamber ha’,

And troth, I didna swither;

But gave a sweet complying smile,

An’ aff to bed thegither.

But oh! that morn when he awoke!

Ere he could weel consider,