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A douse, religious, kintry wife, That liv'd a quiet contented life, To show respect unto the priest, Whom she esteem'd within her breast, Catch'd twa fat hens, baith big an' plump. And butter she pack'd up a lump; Which she a present meant to gie him, And wi' them aff she gaed to see him.

Dress'd in her ain auld kintry fashion, Wi' brown stuff gown, and braw white bussin, A dark-blue cloak and hood cover'd a', Sae lade, sae clad she march'd awa; Thus trudg'd alang, and 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, And he to her thus smiling said: