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 12 Within my lane, I am but a woman, Sae I’ll unbar my door to hae man;- But since ’tis very like my dow. That all ye're telling may be true, Hae, there’s a key, gang in your way, At the neist door,—there’s braw ait strae ;— Streek down upon’t my lad, and learn They’re no ill lodg’d wha get a barn." Thus, after meikle clitter clatter, James fand ho cou’dna mend the matter ; And since it might na better be, With resignation took the key, Unlock’d the barn—clamb up the mou, Where was an opening near the hou, Throw which lie saw a glint of light That give diversion to his sight: By this he quickly cou’d discern A thin wa’ separate house and barn. And through this rive was in the wa’, All done within the house he saw : He saw (what ought not to be seen, And scarce gied credit to his een) The parish priest of reverend fame In active courtship with the dame—