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 7 The wife was wood, and out her wit, She could na gang nor yet could she sit, But ay she curs’d, and ay she bann'd.

Meantime, far hind out o'er the-lee, Fu’ snug in a glen, Where nane could see, The twa, with, kindly sport and glee, Cut frae a new cheese a, whang. The priering was good, it pleas'd them baith ; To lo'e her for ay, he gee her his aith: Quo' she, to leave her I will'be laith, My winsome gaberlunaie man.

UP IN THE MORNNING FARLY Cauld blaw, the wind frae north to south. And driff is driving sairly The sheep are couring in the heugh, O sirs ! it s winter fairly. Now up in the morning'sno for me, Up in the morning early, I'd rather gang supperlass to my bed, Than rise in the morning early.

Loud roars the blast amang the clouds. The branches tilrlag barely, Amang the chimley taps it thuds, And frost is nipping sairiy.