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A douse, religious, kintry wife,

That liv‘d a quiet contented life,

To show respect unto the priest,

Whom she asteem‘d within her breast,

Catch‘d twa fat hens, baith big an’ plump

An’ butter she pack’d up a lump,

Which she a present meant to gie him,

And wi’ them aff she gaed to see him.

Dressed in her ain auld kintry fas‘on,

Wi‘ brown stuff gown, an‘ braw white

bussin,

A dark blue cloak an’ hood co‘er‘d a‘,

Sae lade, sae clad, she march‘d awa;

Thus trudg‘d alang—an‘ hence, belyve

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 inquir ‘d,

Who soon came butt, as she desir‘d,

When she to him a curtchie made,

An‘ he to her thus smiling said