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 Then on the goes with merry tone,

away with Jock to yoke the pleugh,

I trow e’er all the play be done;

that our good-man got toil enough.

The carling he was ſtrang and teugh,

and of her trade the took nae fear,

But from a tree ſhe pull’d a beugh,

and ſtoutly made the ſtots to ſteer.

Then our good-man when timedrew near,

got up for to gae try the ſpinning,

His ſpindle fell, all ran arear,

alas ! he got an ill beginning.

I wat na whether yarn or linning,

was on the rock, or lint or tow,

But round about the fire rinning,

I wat his rocks head took a low,

And up into the lumb did flow,

the foot took fire it flied him then,

Some lumps did fa’ and burn’d his pow,

I wat he was a pretty man.

Yet he got water in a pan,

wherewith he flock’ned out the fire;

To ſweep the houſe he then began,

to haud a’ right was his deſire.

He fetcht the kirn ben frae the byre,

whereat be wrought until he ſwat

But ſhould he plunge until he tyre,

he little or no butter gat.