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6 Heedless she supped up the whole, Then instantly she looked droil, Dung doited in a moments space, She hung her haad and threw her face; Threw down; hen fork displeased. 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 tumbled aff the tabler; The crash o crockery ware resounded, Plates, truntlins- ilka ane confounded; Straight to the door she frantic flew: An after her Mess John she drew;

Which drave the company a‘ throuther, As they were kippled baith thegaither. But in a crack the prins brak loose An' Margret tavin left the house. Han eward in haste she hobbl'd sweating; Tell‘d Tamos the disastar grueting; Wrung baith her han s an' solemn sware, To dihe wi‘gentle folk nae mair.