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 8 For Margret pever did peruse it, Ken’d na ils name nor horn to use it; But now determin’d to partake o’t, She wi’ a tea-spoon took a slaik o’t ! Hcedlees, she supped up the the whole! Then ! instantly she looked droll.

Dung doited in a moment’s space, She hung her head and threw her face! Flung down her knife an’ fork displeas’d. Syne wi’ baith hands her nose she seiz’d. While it did bite an’ blin’ her een; The like o’t, sure, was never seen: For, startin’ up as fast as able. The haill gear tumbl'd off the table !

The crash o’ crockTy ware resounded. Plates truntlin—ilka ane confounded!— Straight, to the door, she frantic flew, An’ after her, Mess John she drew ; Which drive the company a’ throughither As they were kippl’d baith thegither. But, in a crack, the prins brak’ loose. An’ Margret, ravin’, left the house.