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(7) My Sunday's coat ſhe has laid it a wad, The beſt blue bonnet e'er was on my head; At kirk and at market I'm cover'd but barely, Oh! gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly.

The very grey mittons that gaed on my hands, To her neighbour wife ſhe has laid them in pawns, My bane-headed ſtaff that I lo'ed ſo dearly, Oh! gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly.

When there's ony filler, ſhe maun keep the purſe, Gin I ſeek but ae bawbie ſhe'll ſcauld and she'll curſe, She lives like a Queen, I ſcrimpet and ſparely, Oh! gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly.

I ne'er was inclin'd to wrangling and ſtrife, Nor wad I refuſe what's needfu' for life; E'er we come to war, I'm ay for a parly, Oh! gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly.

A pint with her kimmers I wad her allow, But when ſhe ſits down, ſhe drinks till ſhe's fow, And when ſhe is ſow ſhe's unco camſtrarie, Oh! gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly.

When the gaes to the cauſy ſhe roars and ſhe rants, Has no dread of her neighbours, nor minds the houſe wants Roars ſome fooliſh lilt, like up thy heart Charlie, Oh! gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly.

And when ſhe comes hame ſhe lays on the lads, She ca's the laſſes baith limmers and jades: And me my ſell nought but an auld cuckold Carlie, Ob! gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly.



gentlemen, ſportſmen, I pray liſten all, And I'll ſing you a ſong in praiſe of Sewball, And how he came over, you ſhall underſtand, It was by Lord Melvin the peer of the land.