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'See your poor young lammies pleading
 * 'Will ye gang and break our heart?

'No a to put our head in!
 * 'no a ' to tak our part.'

Ilka word came like a bullet,
 * Watty's heart begoud to ſhake;

On a kiſt he laid his wallet,
 * dighted baith his een and ſpake.

'If ance mair I cou'd by writing,
 * 'lea' the fogers and ſtay ſtill,

'Wad you ſwear to drap your flyting?
 * 'Yes, O Watty! yes, I will.'

'Then,' quo Watty, mind, be honeſt,
 * 'aye to keep your temper ſtrive;

'Gin ye break this dreadfu' promiſe,
 * 'never mair expect to thrive.

'M How! this hour you ſolemn
 * 'ſwear by ev'ry thing that's good,

'Ne'er again your ſpouſe to ſcald him,
 * 'while life warms thy heart and blood.

'That ye'll ne'er in Mungo's ſeek me———
 * 'ne'er put drunken to my name———

'Never out at e'ening ſteek me———
 * 'never gloom when I come hame.———

'That ye'll ne'er, like Beſſy Miller,
 * 'kick my thins, or rug my hair———

'Laſtly, I',
 * 'this upon your ſoul you ſwear!'

'O———h? quo Meg, 'A weel,' quo Watty,
 * 'farewel! Faith I'll try the ſeas,'

'O ſtan ſtill,' quo Meg, 'and grant aye;
 * 'Ony, ony way you pleaſe,

Maggy ſyne, becauſe he preſt her,
 * ſwore to a' things owr again:

Watty lap, and danc't, and kiſt her,
 * wow! but he was won'rous fain.