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 MAEGRET and the MINISTER,

A DOUSE, religious, kintry wife, That liv’d a quiet, contented life. To show respect unto the priest Wham she esteem’d within her breast, Catch’d twa ful hens, baith big an’ plump, An’ butter she pack’d up a lump; Which she a present meant to gie him. An’ wi’ them aff she gaed to see him. Dress’d in her ain auld kintry fas’on, Wi’ brown stuff gown, an' braw while bussin; A dark blue clouk an' hood co’erd a'. Sae lade, sae clad, she marched awa’; Thus trudg’d alang—an’ hence, believe, At the manse door she did arrive— Rapp’t—was admitted by the maid ; Ben to the kitchen wi’ her gade— Syne for the Minister enquir’d. Who soon came but, as she desir’d ; When she to him a curtehie made. An’ he to her thus smiling said.