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'For a wer I quietly knuckl't,
 * 'but whan naething wou'd prevail,

'Up my claes and caſh I buckl't,
 * 'Bess!.

'Then her din grew leſs and leſs aye,
 * 'haith I gart her change her tune:

'Now a better wife than Bessy
 * never ſtept in leather ſhoon.

'Try this, Watty———Whan ye ſee her
 * 'raging like a roarin flood,

'Swear that you'll lea' her;
 * 'that's the way to keep her gude.'

Laughing, fangs, and laſſes' ſkirls,
 * echo'd now out thro' the roof,

Done: quo Pate, and fyne his arles
 * nail't the Dyſter's wauket loof.

I' the thrang o' ſtories telling,
 * ſhaking hauns and ither cheer;

Swith! a chap comes on the hallan,
 * 'Mungo! is our Watty here?'

Maggie's weel kend tongue and hurry,
 * darted thro'lim like a knife;

Up the door flew———like a fury
 * in came Watty's ſcawlin wife.

'Naſty, gude for-naething being!
 * 'O ye ſnuffy, drunken ſow!

'Bringan wife and weans to ruin,
 * 'drinkin here wi' fic a crew!

'De'il nor your twa legs were broken!
 * 'ſic a life nae fleſh endures.———

'Toilen like a ſlave to ſloken
 * 'you, you devour and your 'hores!

'Riſe! ye drunken beaſt o' Bethel!
 * 'drink's your night and day's deſire:

'Riſe! this precious how! or faith I'll
 * 'ſling your whiſky in the fire!'