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But Sawney shall receive the praise His Lordship would parade for: One's debtor for his dapple greys, And t'other's shoes are paid for.  undefined  To see a lady of such grace, With so much sense, and such a face, So slatternly, is shocking! O! if you would with Venus vie, Your pen and poetry lay by, And learn to mend your stocking.  undefined  " dear, what makes you always yawn?" The wife exclaimed, her temper gone, "Is home so dull and dreary?" "Not so, my love?" he said, "not so; But man and wife are one, you know; And when alone I'm weary."  undefined  , who in public bewails her dead spouse,. While in private her thoughts on another are turning, Reminds us of lighting a fire with green boughs, Which weep at one end while the other is burning.  undefined  morn that ushered thee to life, my child, Saw thee in tears, whilst all around thee smiled! When summoned hence to thy eternal sleep, Oh! mayst thou smile, whilst all around thee weep.