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Watty heard her tongue unhallowt,
 * paid his groat wi'little din!

Left the houſe, while Maggy followt,
 * flyting a' the road behin'.

Fowk from every door came lampin',
 * Maggy curſt them ane and a',

Clappit wi' her hauns, and ſtampin',
 * loſt her bauchles i' the ſna'.

Hame, at length, ſhe turn'd the gavel,
 * wi' a face as white's a clout,

Ragin' like a very devil,
 * kicken ſtools and chairs about.

'Ye'll fit wi' your limmers round ye!
 * 'hang you, Sir, I'll be your death!

'Little hauds my hauns, confound you!
 * 'but I cleave you to the teeth.'

Watty, wha midſt this O,
 * ey'd her whyles, but durſtna ſpeak,

Sat like patient R,
 * trem'ling by the ingle cheek.

Sad his wee drap broſe he ſippet,
 * Maggy's tongue gaed like a bell,

Quietly to his bed he flippet,
 * ſighin' aften to himſel.

Nane are free frae vexation,
 * 'Ilk ane has his ills to dree;

'But thro' a' the hale creation
 * 'is a mortal vext like me!'

A night lang he rowt ard gauntet,
 * ſleep nor reft he cou'dna tak;

Maggy, aft wi' horror haunted,
 * mum'lan, ſtarted at his back.

Soon as e'er the morning peepet,
 * up raiſe Watty, waefu' chiel,

Kiſt his weanes while they ſleepit,
 * waukens Meg, and fought farewel.